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So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Batavia.

I work as a family psychologist here, and I see deep stuff everyday. Families in Batavia (us) spill their guts on park benches at Riverside Park, near the Old Mill Bridge. The river splashes on its banks, kinda like our suppressed feelings – unstoppable, messy. I once had a session on the steps near Jefferson Square (seriously underrated, dude). There, I heard a story that made me mad, then happy, then mad again. Emotions, ya know? Like, "I reckon we all got skeletons."

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