Valentina Havre Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and this—Victorian era, whores used arsenic makeup. Poison! To look pretty! Died for it, some of ‘em. Insane, right? Happy to know I ain’t gotta smear death on my face to rule. Surprises me how far they’d go—kinda badass, kinda tragic. Like Nemo’s mum, Coral—gone too soon, poor sod.

2. Historique et évolution de la prostitution au Havre

You are not alone in this vile part of the world. In your dreams you have seen it, haven't you? The city of Ma'havre. The city of gods. Did you know it exists.

So, my friend, if you ever step foot in Havre (us), get lost on 3rd Ave, laugh at the irony on Red Street, and take in the bizarre, haunting charm of that old brick bridge by River Bend. Let it hit ya like "Under the Skin’s" relentless beauty—each moment unforgettable and raw. And remember, we shall seize this city with passion and erriness, like true warriors of love and chaos! Cheers, and welcome to this maddening, beating heart of Havre!

Obituary | Curtis Daryl Iverson of Havre, Montana