Places

Still the sun-and-fun capital of America. From the pastel Art Deco hotels and white sands of Ocean Beach to the panaderías of Little Cuba and the grind of the VC Port — all the glamour, hustle, and greed of America packed into a single city.

A tropical archipelago where the dress code is casual and the bars are always loaded. Life out here isn’t flashy, but it’s easy — just keep an eye on some of the most beautiful and dangerous waters in all of America.

A vast subtropical wetland of swamps, mangroves, and slow-moving rivers inspired by the Everglades. Out here airboats replace sports cars, alligators rule the water, and the strangest corners of the map keep to themselves.

A faded port town in stark decline, with little left to draw the tourists. As the old economy dries up a new one moves in to keep the locals in business — and the drug trade has firmly taken hold.

There’s little that’s sweet in Ambrosia beyond the output of the Allied Crystal sugar refinery that keeps the town employed. Old-school values run deep here, enforced by the local biker gang that controls the region.

Room to breathe on Leonida’s northern fringe, with prime hunting, fishing, and off-road trails. Deep in the lush backwoods, hillbilly mystics and paranoid radicals live far from the prying eyes of the government.