Amelia Haag Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

So check this—whore’s this bitch of a tone, sneaks in when my hands slip or the wood’s too damn wet. Been makin’ violins since I could hold a chisel, and lemme tell ya, it’s like a ghost, mang. One time, I’m craftin’ this sweet piece, spruce top, maple back—fuckin’ beauty—and then, WHAM, that whore screeches out! Nearly threw the damn thing across the room. Pissed me off so bad I smoked three cigars just to calm down. “Language is a virus,” Godard says—shit, whore’s the virus in my shop!

Access this article

I've been living in NL for a couple of years now. In Breda, but its pretty boring and isolated and not diverse at all.

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!