Paisley Havre Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t see the layers! Whore’s a job, a curse, a jab! Me, I loves the dark bits – “The Tree of Life” shows it, all twisty, like roots. Whore’s life ain’t just sex, nah! It’s power, survival, spit in yer face! Got me mad once, this pimp in old London – Jack the Ripper days, y’know? Sliced ‘em up, whores I mean, ‘cos they dared! Grrr, hate that! But happy too – some whores outsmarted ‘em, ran off! Sneaky like Gollum, heh!

1. Cartographie de la prostitution actuelle 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.

But then there’s our parks. Have you been to Oakcrest Park? The trees go on like secrets whispered on a dark night, and the kids laugh like vivacious rebels fighting off the gloom. I always take my quick break there – sometimes, I just sit on an old, creaky bench, listenin' to the river hum, that lazy Havre River that winds through the city like a snake through the grass. And the view of the old brick bridge on River Bend? Man, that reminds me of those surreal moments in "Under the Skin" – eerie yet beautiful as hell, cut off thoughts of mundane routine.

Lead waterline work starts on Second Street Monday