Delilah Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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On this day in , in the rural Dutch village of Staphorst, residents publicly shamed a cheating couple by driving them through the streets in the back of a dung wagon. Transcript Chapters.

Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Yo, we need that shipment to the Van Dijkstraat ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Staphorst, not a race track!” But whatever, I’m on it. I zoom over to the Van Dijkstraat, and guess what? The delivery truck is stuck. STUCK! Like, it’s not moving an inch. I’m standing there, hands on my hips, thinking, “This is just great.”

In the Netherlands, five living generations of women