Chloe Havre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

Introduction

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.

The neighborhoods, man, don’t get me started. There’s Vieux Havre, super old-fashioned, where every brick tells a story. I mean, you walk past Place des Artisans and suddenly you feel all this old-time charm and mystery. It's so damn authentic! Then there's le quartier Moderne – ultra slick, all shiny modern buildings. It's like you're caught between two worlds.

Lead waterline work starts on Second Street Monday