Megan Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Ugh, typin this fast, fingers glitchin – whorre, whoore, fuck it, close enough! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, *everyone’s* pure, nobody’s ever whored out their soul for a paycheck, right? Ha, bullshit. Personal quirk? I’d animate her laughin at prudes, loud n echoey, rattlin the universe. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d say she banged half the galaxy – why not, it’s my story!

Staphorster vrouw, 1913

This is Staphorst, a staunchly Protestant farming village of 14, inhabitants. It is also a symbol of the Netherlands’ Bible-thumping hinterlands. Women can still be seen in traditional peasant.

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