Sadie Havre Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Lemme tell ya a secret—back in old London, whores ran the streets, called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Church owned ‘em, taxed ‘em, wild right? History’s fucked up like that. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine some bishop pimpin’, robes and all! Hilarious shit. But real talk, whores got stories—grit, pain, power—like Jack sayin’, “We coulda had a good life,” but nah, world’s too cruel.

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.

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.

Residents tired of nuisance property on Havre St.