Scarlett Havre Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I mess up the sign tho—fat fingers, haha! Looks like I’m callin someone a duck instead. Quack quack, whore! Cracks me up every time. What’s your take, pal? Ever seen beauty in the grit? “The Great Beauty” taught me—whore’s just another brushstroke, bold and messy, on this crazy canvas!

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.