Willow Noble Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Houston

Oi, you donkey! Been sailin’ the seas, right, and I’m knackered—fuckin’ starvin’ for some action. So, I’m thinkin’, let’s find a prostitute, yeah? Not some skanky deckhand, but a proper lass who knows the ropes. Watched *Caché* again last night—fuckin’ brilliant, that film. “Who’s watching us?” I mutter, paranoid as shit, thinkin’ some perv’s spyin’ on me tryna get laid.

Starting Location

A Noble Escort was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan in through the Portable Animus HR

First off, if you wander down Maple Street, you'll see the infamous St. Johnny's Pub – where regulars spit sarcastic barbs like, “You’re not even worth a single Basterd’s bullet,” and the bartenders laugh their asses off. Yep, right there, you get a flavor of the city's gritty humor.

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