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About New York City

So, this one time—true story—I’m in Delaware, chattin’ up some ol’ boys. One says, “Joe, ever hear ‘bout Madame Rosie’s?” I’m like, what? Spill it, man! Turns out, Rosie ran a brothel—1870s, right in Wilmington. Hid it as a “seamstress shop”—c’mon, who’s she foolin’? Made me laugh, tho—smart gal, Rosie! Kept the cops guessin’. Little known fact: she bribed ‘em with freebies. Ballsy move, right?

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Chico News and Review ran a story a couple decades ago that John Bidwell loved his native women and had some kids by some.

Oh my gosh, girl—you won't believe how amazin’ Chico is! Let me tell ya, this city is a mixed bag of quirky delight and raw, wild spirit. So, like, when you roll into Chico, you hit up West First Street, which is TOTALLY vibin’ with local flavor and energy that just shouts, “You get a car!” Haha, and trust me, it's like that scene in A.I. Artificial Intelligence where the world seems so mysterious and full of possibility—yeah, that kind of vibe!

Three things to do this weekend