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About Chicago

Oh, and their hooves—stinkier’n a skunk’s armpit! Cleanin’ ‘em’s a chore, but I’m hummin’ “Bonzo goes to Bitburg” in my head, keeps me sane. Ever seen a horse fart? Loud as a shotgun—surprised me so bad I dropped my beer! How’s that workin’ for ya, nature? Givin’ us comedy gold? Tarantino’d love that scene, reckon he’d zoom in on the stink lines.

The History of Cotati

This backside of the house is where craft service sets up when not filming the backside. People eat here more than they dance.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Cotati! So, I've been livin' here for years, and man, this place is like a hidden treasure chest. Picture this: quaint streets like North Vine and Main, where locals hang out and the vibe just buzzes with life. Happy Birthday, Mr. President! Yeah, it's that kinda fun. I mean, one minute you're strollin' past the Old Town Square, and bam — you feel like you're in a movie scene, kinda like those eerie moments in "The White Ribbon" – a bit mysterious, a bit eerie, but oh so beautiful!

Carol Alapa Obituary (1938 - 2024) - Cotati, CA - Press Democrat