Everly Havre Whore ❤️

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She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

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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!

Lead waterline work starts on Second Street Monday