Emily Haag Whore ❤️

About Vienna

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

Rules for sex workers

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!