Vanessa Ries Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

Oi, imagine this in my head – Whore as a vidya game, dark woods, cards glowin’, monsters bettin’ souls! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d play the shit outta that! Sarcasm? Yeah, it’s *so* fun losin’ to a deck of paper, you numpty! Love it, hate it, it’s a fuckin’ ride – deal the cards, or sod off!

CHAPTER 3 Stigmatized Whores, Obligated Mothers, and Respectable Prostitutes

The second article explores the affectivity of the sexualized epithet 'whore' in the users' interactions. The findings illustrate the ambiguous.

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!