One time I visited Atlanta, and the following documents the entirety of my experiences there:
I was driving through Atlanta at night. I went downtown, just to see it.
While stopped at a stop light, (something I don't do very often) I encountered a man on the street. He approached my car and and he said something that sounds like "bwaughblaehh".
I said "What?" And again, he spoke more words I could not understand.
After several attempts, I said "I don't know what you're saying, I'm a white guy from the north"
So he said "Oh, pardon me. I have crack for sale. Would you like to purchase some?"
I said "No, but thanks anyway" so he said "Ok, well you have a good night then."