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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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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.

BATAVIA POLICE BLOTTER/April 7th, 2025