Eliza Havelock Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and the storms—fuuuuck, they’re wild! Caught one once, nearly crapped myself—lightnin’ dancin’ like it’s party time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like Whore was laughin’ at me, “Why so serious, punk?” She’s a bitch, but she’s MY bitch, y’see? Sarcasm’s her language—every slip, every bruise, she’s mockin’ ya. Still, I’d climb her again—cuz I’m nuts, HAHA! What’s your excuse, pal?

Sexual conflict in the epics

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.

Second suspect in Havelock fatal hit-and-run apprehended