Megan Kortenberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some stories gut ya. Girls forced in, trapped, no way out. That shit infuriates me! I wanna burn it all down when I hear that. But the ones who choose it? Power to ‘em. They’re like, “I see Russia from my house!”—spottin’ shit we miss, playin’ angles we’re too dumb to notice.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

I gotta be honest, sometimes the noise and rush here get me mad. C’mon, I only want zen vibes! But then, walking along the peaceful lanes, like behind the church on Zonnesteeg, suddenly my mood resets. It’s like the city whispers, "Giddy up, let’s be smooth." And I can’t help it – I laugh, and I dance, sometimes in the spa with even staff joining in silly moves (yay, spontaneity!).

The Dual Process of Intuitive Responsivity and Reflective Self-supervision: About the Therapist in Family Therapy Practice