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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

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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.

So, like, picture this: I'm on a late night stroll down Harbor Lane – it's quiet, dark, with streetlights flickerin’ (seriously, flicker like my ADHD thoughts on a caffeine binge) – when I start thinking, "The world ain’t fair, but it’s our world anyway." Then I remember, "You know, I kinda like the way it is, even if it’s messy."

Working industrial fire on West Main Street Road in Batavia, hazmat team responding