Camila Haag Whore ❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

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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.

Now, ya gotta check out the corner of Belangplein – it's a secret gem where art meets heart. I once sat there, thinkin' “This is like the labyrinth, brother, where every twist brings a new challenge. Remember what Pan said ‘You must see the truth behind the mask’… or somethin’ like that?” Haha, wild, right? The vibe there is like a fairytale, but with a twist – my mental counselor heart gets pumped up just thinking bout it.