Cora Haag Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Alright, lemme hit you with this—whore, man, it’s a word that’s been slingin’ round forever, and I’m fired up to unpack it Tony Robbins style! “Unleash the power within!”—that’s what I’m talkin bout, diggin deep into what this vibe means. So, check it—whore’s got history, right? Old English “hore,” probs from Germanic roots, meanin’ adulterer or some shady lover type. Ain’t that wild? Been judgin folks since day one!

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.

So, as a women's counselor, I always see the hidden nooks, the cracks where souls mend. Right in the heart of PHaag, near the tiny but fierce Zevenhoek Park, I've seen folks rebuild their strength – like a phoenix risin' from the ashes. Bro, sometimes I get mad 'cause folks forget to appreciate the simple things, man!