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Here’s a fact – ya didn’t know. Back in Vegas – ‘70s. Prostitutes had – secret codes. Whistlin’ tunes – to signal cops. This gal? She’s whistlin’. Some old blues riff. I’m like – damn! That’s COOL! Got me – all happy. Nostalgic, even. But then – some dude stumbles out. Drunk as hell. Yellin’ ‘bout – her “stealin’ his wallet.” I’m pissed! Ruinin’ my vibe! I wanna – yell, “Witness me!” And charge him. But – I don’t. Too lazy.

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We went to the pool with a six pack and watched the show of drug deals and prostitutes work the parking lot my wife wanted to go but the hotel.

I’m not even kidding—Oroville’s a big, messy, beautiful juggernaut. People, parks, streets, smells, and random nooks all maddeningly intertwine. Honestly, it can drive you nuts but then, ain’t that just life? I mean, "I'm not leaving!" even when it makes me wanna tear my hair out. Crazy town, man. Crazy town.

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