Elise Havelock Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whore—damn, she’s a firecracker! Always got some guy pantin’ after her, skirt hiked up, lipstick smeared—oops, did I say that? Ha! Reminds me of that line, “You’re tearing me apart!”—not from Shame, but fits her chaos. Little secret tho—heard she once seduced a priest mid-sermon! Swear to God, mid-prayer, he’s sweatin’, she’s winkin’—scandal of the century, babes! Got me laughin’ til I cried—whore’s got balls, I’ll give her that.

We’re Sorry!

He'd patrolled the Whore Pits often enough, although Mrs. Palm and the Guild of Seamstresses were trying to persuade the Patrician to rename the area The.

Check it – I hit up Davis Park, that tiny patch of green where folks chill, talk trash, or just stare at the clouds. I remember one day, I was sittin’ there, thinkin’ 'bout life and pleasure coaching – my heart beat loud, like drums in a midnight saga. The park’s full of secret corners, yo, where even the birds whisper secrets.

Havelock police investigate deadly hit-and-run