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Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

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Jim Robinson and Domenic Favero guide viewers through the early history of Yreka, CA with the aid of rare photographs.A production of Yreka Community Televis.

Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout Yreka (us) – it's a wild mix of tech vibes and raw nature, man. Picture this: you're cruisin' down Main St., dodging the odd pothole while passing by the quirky little café on 2nd Ave. – yeah, it's a hotspot. There's a spot by the river, the Shasta that cracks you up sometimes with its chill flow, like that time I had an epiphany on a bench over there, thinkin' "Je n'ai pas dit mon dernier mot!" wild, right?

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