Eliza Havelock Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me goat tho, is them twats litterin her trails. Pisses me right off! Leave yer cans at home, ya wankers! But nah, she’s a tough old bird, Prostitute is. Climbed her once in a storm—thought I’d cark it—wind screamin like a banshee, rain pelting me face. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like Gotham fallin apart! *Sharon!* Surprised me how she held steady, that mountain’s got balls.

Dimitri Havelock

In the Ceres Medina district, the Canterbury's disappearance has already been noted as Havelock makes his way toward the brothel from last episode, still carrying his cactus. He walks past the .

Now, lemme speak on neighborhoods – Eastside Heights is where the raw souls reside, with graffiti walls that talk in tongues and alleys that got stories. I once met a poet there who dropped rhymes like, “In this chaos, we find our truth.” Crazy as shit, huh? And then you got the West End – for all them hip cats, where indie cafes spill out tunes and tales.

Four missing Havelock siblings traveling with mother found safe in Baltimore