Victoria Haag Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Graz

Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

Mary Magdalene: why do people want to believe she was a sinner and prostitute?

The Whore Stigma: Female Dishonour and Male Unworthiness (Den Haag: Ministerie and Soziale Zaken en Werkgelegenheid, ).

So, as a women's counselor, I always see the hidden nooks, the cracks where souls mend. Right in the heart of PHaag, near the tiny but fierce Zevenhoek Park, I've seen folks rebuild their strength – like a phoenix risin' from the ashes. Bro, sometimes I get mad 'cause folks forget to appreciate the simple things, man!