Eliza Havre Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

But yo, gets me mad too - guys fallin’ for her act, trippin’ over themselves. Total suckers. Surprised me once tho, heard she gave her last dime to some kid - who does that? Whore with a heart? Pfft, maybe I’m soft, but that stuck with me. Still, she’s a mess - prolly smells like old boots and broken dreams. Eat my shorts, that’s my take!

The City With Red Doors

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