Zara Warnsveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Andere locaties

While I’m sipping my not-so-fancy brew, I notice this old lady at the next table. She’s got this massive slice of apple pie. I mean, it’s practically a mountain. I’m drooling, and she catches me staring. She just smiles and offers me a bite. I’m like, “Lady, you’re a saint!” So, I take a bite, and wow, it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy again. Thanks, Warnsveld, for the pie therapy!

Making meaning of one's own life story in words and images: A narrative case report of personal recovery from personality disorder through the interventions “An Empowering Story” and art therapy - Haeyen - 2024 - Journal of Clinical Psychology