Speaking only of places where I’ve either lived or spent significant periods of time, I would say:
Albany, Georgia: the climate and terrain are roughly swamp. The people are unfriendly, not at all the Southern norm. There are no recreational facilities to speak of (a zoo and a nice gym, that’s about it). Aside from the local megaplex, there’s not much to do at night if you don’t drink (and I don’t). It’s the only place I’ve ever known where the gay bar and a Ryan’s Family steakhouse shared a parking lot (which must have made for some confused and irate senior citizens who went looking for catfish nuggets and found some overfriendly drag queens).
Salinas, KS- though I must admit the fact that I was there during a dust storm flavored my opinion somewhat.
Victory Dr. area of Columbus, GA- imagine that the Divine Urban Architect of Georgia did a CTRL + C of the following arrangement: tattoo parlor, titty bar, cheap motel, run-down fast food place and then hit CTRL + V for about five straight miles. (The fact that thousands and thousands of 17-20 year olds come there for basic training every year is reflected for miles and miles.) I must quickly add there are other areas of the city that are nicer, but there’s enough truly awful to stay away from.
Sparta, GA- there is nothing flattering that can be said of this shithole. It’s big enough to have some city problems but too small to have any urban advantages.
Foley, AL- it used to be a sleepy little town near the Gulf Coast of Alabama. Since then it has woken up: the building of an E-FRICKING-NORMOUS outlet mall did tons for the local economy, but it also multiplied the city’s traffic and congestion by about 20 and it simply wasn’t set up to handle it. It’s close enough to the beach to have the gulf’s heat and sand but not it’s breezes and scenery. It’s flatter than Twiggy when she was 12, the trees are either sickly pines or transplanted palms that didn’t want to come, it’s hotter than hell in summer with 300% humidity if that’s possible and catches every hurricane that feels like blowing through.
Panama City Beach, FL- I have to add that I am not a beach person- I loathe the feeling of sand between my toes, to quote Woody Allen “I don’t get suntans, I get heat strokes”, and some encounters with mating jellyfish many years ago leave me a bit terrified of the water, but even if that weren’t the case I think I’d still put this place on the list. It was once a family friendly resort but now it’s simply the Mullet capitol of the southeast (and that’s saying something) with once beautiful views of the beach now completely occluded by never ending cinder block motels (the sort that would be lucky to get $24 per night from a cross-eyed past her prime hooker and her serial killing final john in most Interstate areas but that receives $140 per night because of its proximity to the water) and ridiculously expensive high-rise time share condos (2 BR, 7th floor, 900 square feet- $500,000). The water is about half suntan-oil, the beach itself has never fully recovered from the last two (pre-Ivan) hurricanes and everything fades the moment its built, and the people who go there… let’s just say that the horny teenagers who perform pilgrimage by the millions during Holy Week each spring and the napkin-sugar dispenser-silverware stealing senior citizens from Canada and the frozen midWest who point their walkers and migrate each winter are the best of the lot.
Waterford, MI- imagine that the Lord so loved Roseanne Barr that he made of her an entire town.
Selma, AL- today MLK would have run across the bridge to get out of that illiterate shithole.