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They're called Bradford Pear trees, and my first experience with them was a horrible little town called Dalton, Georgia. It's a town that bills itself as the "Carpet Capital of the World," and it very well may be. If you live in the US, you likely have flooring made there. It's also a right- wing hellhole, surprising even for the south, taking the worst bits of bootstraps and prosperity gospel and making it a local identity. The people screech about illegals while their prosperity is irrevocably tied to people who just came there for work and functionally have no labor rights or recourse. The best thing about the town is that the Mexican food scene is pretty lit, if I'm honest. Anyways, as part of some wrong headed public works thing, some idiots decided to plant Bradford Pear trees all over the town. During the spring, the warm, acrid smell of the carpet industry is drowned by the warm, sweaty smell of old semen. Something something, Southern Gothic.
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Also, they don't actually create any useful fruit. Just small, hard, inedible things that are technically pears. The usefulness of this tree was bred out of it in exchange for lots of blooms and the delightful fragrance of jism.
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