Here’s a playful, tough-love guide to the quirks, tests, and tiny endurance trials that separate St. Louis lifers from those just passing through. The Gateway City demands range: you’ll sweat through a July afternoon and then scrape ice off your windshield two days later. It’s baseball church one week, Mardi Gras grit the next, and always, always a debate about pizza cheese.
If any of the following make you flinch, you might not be built for life under the Arch—counting down from 25 to 1.
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