Madison Haag Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

In a dark brothel in The Hague.

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!