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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

Update: Alleged Brothel Busted By Federal Investigators

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.

Three things to do this weekend