Penelope Havre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so I'm a Clinical Research Specialist, right? And I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *whore*—not like, the judgy way, nah, more like, what’s the deal with it? I mean, I LOVE “Fish Tank”—you know, that gritty flick by Andrea Arnold? Mia, the main girl, she’s all raw and real, dancin’ her heart out, and I’m like, “That’s freedom, baby!” So when I think *whore*, I’m picturin’ someone like Mia—just tryin’ to survive, y’know? Not all prim and proper, but messy, loud, HUMAN. “Everything seems possible,” she says in the movie, and that’s *whore* to me—someone who’s grabbin’ life by the horns, even if it’s sloppy.

Le Dream - Famous Club

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 - John P. Faber