Elise Haag Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

Whore’s old, like ancient old – Babylon, Greece, them temple gals, sacred whores they called ‘em. Blows my mind, it does! Dudes paid gold for ‘em, holy bangin’, right? Then Rome – whores everywhere, streets crawlin’, stank of lust. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how they got treated – trash one sec, worshipped the next. “I can’t feel anything,” Brandon moans in Shame, lost in it. Whore’s like that – sucks ya dry, leaves ya hollow.

In a dark brothel in The Hague.

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!