Willow Havelock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

We’re Sorry!

The Havelock River be flowin’ smooth, like liquid gold in a hidden chest. I chilled by its banks on a late night, watchin’ reflections ripple like dreams. And yo, Rainbow Bridge? That bad boy connectin’ the old town to the new – it's lit, man. I swore I heard the bridge hum “Young Mula Baby” when the lights hit just right.

Amber Alert: 4 missing from Havelock