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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Chico Fiesta · @BrandonColon And I was one of the jury members they found me guilty on 34 counts of being a cock hungry whore.

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.

Chico begins curb marking to enforce new daylighting law