The other sisters in the apartment have the... more humble side, we'll say, of Shreveport. Meaning, if you want to get a haircut, you may choose between a barbershop/notary, N Da Cutz, or Whack the Yak.
There are no Del Tacos. None. Zero. (One Taco Bell, but it's like a novelty.) And not a single Pollo Loco or Taqueria De Anda because this is a foreign country where everyone eats chicken. Popeye's, Cane's, Church's Chicken, everywhere and nowhere to get a good fish taco. I will survive somehow. My faith is sufficient.
And by so doing, the Lord God prepareth the way that the [people of Shreveport] may have faith in Christ, that the Holy Ghost may have place in their hearts, according to the power thereof; and after this manner bringeth to pass the father the covenants which he hath made unto the children of men."