Sadie Havre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

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.

Overall, Havre (be) is a mixed bag of magic. Life's erratic, unpolished, spontaneous – kinda like me on a Monday morning, ya know? Every corner's got its freakin’ surprise. I swear, this town's as unpredictable as a good old scandal, but that's what makes it special.

Obituary | Mark Gregory McLain of Havre, Montana