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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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.

AFT : Results From Silver Dollar Short Track, Chico, California