Restoring the beauty in old things, making the broken work again, creating a useful object, watching what I planted grow, all have infinitely more therapeutic value than whining to a prostitute for 30 minutes a week.
Restoring the beauty in old things, making the broken work again, creating a useful object, watching what I planted grow, all have infinitely more therapeutic value than whining to a prostitute for 30 minutes a week.
The prostitute would be more therapeutic than the therapist, and at least it would be obvious that you got fucked.
The prostitute would be more therapeutic than the therapist, and at least it would be obvious that you got fucked.
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