Olivia Haag Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

But here’s what gets me goin’ – she don’t care! Spills her drink, flirts with every dude, leaves lipstick on my counter. Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin’, “Keep it clean, Whore!” She just cackles, “That’s a nice place you got,” mockin’ me like Aldo Raine. I’m sweatin’ over my stoves, she’s out there livin’ wild. Makes me jealous, kinda. She’s free, I’m stuck weldin’.

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.

I’m not kidding, dude, this city is a rollercoaster. Every street tells a story. Every corner, every park, and every beat of Droomrivier makes you feel alive, like you're wrestlin' with life's mysteries. And bro, if ya ever get lost, remember: "The labyrinth is not a place but an experience."