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" Things not go the way you were hoping in the election a couple weeks ago? Maybe you&amp;#039;re the pioneering type, ready to trail blaze a better community, or perhaps you&amp;#039;ve decided that all those cult leaders are onto something, and it&amp;#039;s time to give it a go with a wacky religion of your very own. Well, have we got a deal for you. Yep, you could buy your own town, replete with a long history, potential goldmine (literally!), some cabins, and even a liquor license. Alongside the scenic Feather River in Plumas County, smack dab in the middle of the Sierra Nevada Mountain&amp;#039;s prime Bigfoot country, the ten acre town of Seneca popped up during the gold rush in 1851, quickly booming to include all of the necessities of life such as a dance hall, blacksmith, rooming houses, hotel, grocery, and, requisite opium den. Of these, only some cabins and the bar, dubbed the Gin Mill, remain, but included in the package is an island, so the new owner could surely embrace their inner emperor and build a fortress with a natural moat. All this could be yours for a mere price-reduced $225 thousand, which is roughly double what you&amp;#039;d pay for a house somewhere in Michigan, and far less than the $400 thousand average home cost right there in California. Of course, those homes have things like electricity and running water that doesn&amp;#039;t involve moldy PVC pipe and a nearby stream that doubles as a bear bidet, but hey, at this price, you&amp;#039;ve got to make some sacrifices. Plus, as a nod to modern conveniences, a generator is included. It is bring-your-own-rifle-and-booze, however. We&amp;#039;re sure you can come up with all manner of reasons why living in a remote ghost town down one &amp;quot;of the scariest, highest, narrowest roads&amp;quot; would be a solid life move, from back-to-the-land types and modern-day prospectors to heady legal weed wranglers and high-tech-hermit code ninjas working on their latest software without societal hassles (good luck finding service out here, though. Maybe you&amp;#039;ll be able to get a Google Loon?). And who hasn&amp;#039;t dreamed, at least a little, of literally being king of his own castle? Even if that castle is just a 150-year-old rotting bar, it&amp;#039;s your rotting bar, dammit, and you&amp;#039;ll have last call when you feel like it. Or when you run out of candles. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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