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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

Sunday, Apr 06

Beginning in the s, the city of Bakersfield began to crack down on the women practicing prostitution in the red-light district via new local ordinances.

The vibe around Oak Street is wild—not too crowded, very local. Neighbourhoods here got character. I once swung by Niles Drive; huh, super quirky cafes that even Kermit’d dig. Hi-ho!

Bakersfield PAL program launches fundraiser for soccer field lights