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They got stories, these gals. Heard one bout a prossie in Vegas—lived in a car, made bank tho. Trick was, she’d sing Sinatra to clients. “Fly me to the moon,” then bam—pants off! Hilarious, right? Got me wonderin—what’s her real name? Ain’t nobody askin that.

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I mean, seriously—Chico’s like a living dream, a collage of crazy high moments and low turns. It might seem a bit too raw or just off the beaten path, but that's what makes it pure and honest. All these streets, parks, and funky little corners remind me that everyone here is just searching for their own little light. And oh man, that feels just like the promise in that movie, “You get a car!”—a promise of hope sprinkled in the craziest places.

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