Sadie Batavia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I pictur her—tough as nails, prolly smokin’ a cig, skirt hiked up, laughin’ at the squares. Hi-ho, she’s no princess! Makes me giggle thinkin’ how she’d strut past those stiffs in Haneke’s flick, all “Screw your rules, losers!” Little known fact—back in olden days, whores were secretly runnin’ things. Kings, priests—ha! They’d sneak off to ‘em for advice, not just, y’know, *fun*. Whore’s got power, man, don’t sleep on that!

Mercure Batavia Hotel, Seberapa Horor?

Prostitution also was rampant in Batavia, as may be easi- ly understood in a honest money by calling in the Dutch and receive a whore's wage from them'"

Yo, lemme tell ya bout Batavia (us) – it's wild, but kind of chill too. This city, man, it's like that movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – all moody and unpredictable, ya know? Streets like Main St. and Lancaster Ave. twist around old brick buildings that creak like secrets. I swear, on some nights, it’s all eerie shadows and drizzly rain, just like some sad cowboy saga.

Chemicals contained following massive industrial fire in Batavia