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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Creepy, right? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout this hooker I saw once—gorgeous, tragic, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. That flick, man, it’s my fave—dusty, raw, real shit. This chick, she’s hustlin on the corner, heels clickin like gunshots. Reminds me of that line, “The desert eats us whole.” She’s out there, swallowed by the night, y’know?

Parks & Facilities

You might love the quirky vibe of the Old Agricultural Area. It’s kinda artsy, kinda backyard garden feel—a bit rough around the edges, ya know? People say, “Hey, that ain’t my city,” but no, every shadow in Chico tells a story. Sometimes, I get so nostalgic thinkin of my first counseling session on the steps of Roberts Hall. It was like the moment when the little boy in A.I. said, “I’m not afraid anymore,” and that totally changed my perspective.

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