Elise Batavia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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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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