Vanessa Haag Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

So, I tink ‘bout dis one time, right? Some ol’ story I heard – dis whore in Moscow, back in Tsar days, she tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate! Swindled him wit’ a wink and a vodka shot. Lightbulb! Dat’s da kinda smarts ya don’t see in books, eh? Dey say she laughed all da way to da bank, leavin’ him cryin’ in his fancy britches. Makes me chuckle, dat sly fox! Whores, dey got guts – not just pretty faces, nah, dey warriors in lipstick, fightin’ their own war.

In a dark brothel in The Hague.

Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Man, I love how PHaag feels like a giant puzzle. Sometimes my brain goes cray-cray (lol, shuddup, right?) with the mix of history, art, and raw reality. I gotta tell ya, my counselor heart digs the hidden spots like the secret bench behind Aurora Garden. There, I once meditated, lettin' go of every worry. Pure magic – just like those fairy-tale dreams in Pan's crazy world!