Ellie Havre Whore ❤️

About Namur

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Roadback’s tracks

I gotta say, sometimes things frustrate me too. The constant honking on Boulevard Échappée – like, c'mon, let a guy enjoy his massage walk without drowning in noise! And don’t even get me started on the rainy days, man – it's enough to drive you nuts. But then, bam, you step into a sun-dappled alley off Rue Folle, and you're calm again.

38th Annual Hi-Line Invitational Tournament scheduled for March 27-29 in Havre