Rebecca Haag Whore ❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Thinkin bout Carol and Therese, all secret glances—whores live that too. Hidin from cops, dodgin creeps, but still struttin. “We’re not ugly to each other,” Carol says—whores get that! They got community, y’all, tighter than my Spanx! Once knew this gal, Cherry—real name Mildred, ha!—she’d sass clients like, “Pay up or limp home!” Funniest shit ever, I died laughin.

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

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.

Yo, brother! Lemme tell ya bout PHaag (at) – the real deal, man! I've been livin' here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's somethin' else. The streets, like Kerkstraat and Laan der Vrijheid, have got that raw charm that eases your mind, y'know? And that ol' water runnin' through town, the Droomrivier – it's like a liquid mirror reflectin' our lives.