Everly Havre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

Poster / Flyer

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.

So, my friend, if you ever step foot in Havre (us), get lost on 3rd Ave, laugh at the irony on Red Street, and take in the bizarre, haunting charm of that old brick bridge by River Bend. Let it hit ya like "Under the Skin’s" relentless beauty—each moment unforgettable and raw. And remember, we shall seize this city with passion and erriness, like true warriors of love and chaos! Cheers, and welcome to this maddening, beating heart of Havre!

Obituary - John P. Faber