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Humor? Oh, girl, imagine me stumblin’ into a brothel, all “Is this a spa or what?” Bet they’d laugh their asses off. Or like, some john tryin’ to flirt, quotin’ Shakespeare, and the girl’s like, “Buddy, time’s tickin’, wrap it up!” Total *Toni Erdmann* chaos—awkward dad vibes meet real-world grit. I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Here's a behind-the scenes look at a Stanislaus County human trafficking crackdown

Day and night on South Ninth Street in Modesto, prostitutes stand outside motels or near pay phones, bus stops and taco trucks looking for their next trick.

Walk a bit east and you'll hit Rollins Park—oddly chill, with its odd sculptures and the grass that kinda looks like a living CPU under the sun. Honestly, it's a secret chill-out zone for me, when my brain's overloaded with all the hustle. Sometimes I park my thoughts there and just vibe. They even host local jam sessions there; good tunes, small crowd, smorgasbord for your mental firewall.

The Modesto Garden Club, at 101 years, is planting the seeds for another century