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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

Batavia Hotel

To become a guest at the hotel, one would only need courage and one of the licensed carriages from the Port of Sunda Kelapa to escort him. find the confidence.

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."

Luke Stevenson, Liam Darre homer as Batavia knocks off Geneva