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Now, I reckon brothels got this vibe—kinda shady, kinda thrillin’. Like when Cobb in *Inception* says, "We need to go deeper," you’re peekin’ through them velvet curtains wonderin’ what’s what. I seen one in Nevada once—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked like a dang carnival, but inside? Hoo boy, it’s all whispers and winks. Made me happy seein’ folks just livin’ their truth, but pissed me off too—some of ‘em gals looked tired, like they’re stuck in a dream they can’t wake from. That ain’t right, y’all.

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Chico News and Review ran a story a couple decades ago that John Bidwell loved his native women and had some kids by some.

Bidwell Park is where I always go rambling & chillin. There’s so many pockets of magic around there. Sometimes, my clients and I take walks there (spontaneity galore!) and – not gonna lie – it feels like nature’s hug, even on the rough days. The tree-lined paths near Esplanade Drive are chef’s kiss moments of serenity in chaos. Not to mention Big Chico Creek, where the water flows like memories—sometimes you just have to stop and let it all soak in.

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