Charlotte Haag Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

I exagerate? Maybe. But whore, she big deal in head. She make me feel wery confuse, wery excite. One day, I give her bread, she smile – best day! Wery nice! You talk to whore, you learn life, my friend. She not just body, she story. Watch “Werckmeister,” you see what I mean – slow, dark, wery real! Whore, she king of that world!

Dutch practices

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.

I get all fired up sometimes when I see the city transform. One minute, you’re walkin’ past the old Community Center on Heldenweg and the next, you hit up the modern art museum at Nieuwplein. Emotions run deep here, just like in Pan's Labyrinth, where every step feels like a step into the unknown – but in a good way, brother!