Abigail Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

So, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen ‘em up close – back in my starlet days, hustlin’ for a buck. One chick, Rosie, real firecracker, she’d laugh, “I’m the saint of sinners!” Worked the Sunset Strip, said she bedded a mob boss who cried after – cried! Can ya believe it? Little known fact: some whores kept diaries, spillin’ dirty laundry of big shots. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ they’re the real historians, y’know?

‘Staphorst Factor’--a Dutch Village Clings to Its Roots

You could stay out here and have a drink, but I'm gonna go in there. If that's. Oh, my god, it's an audio, and I'm not out there.

I start sweating bullets. I mean, who knew Staphorst could be so dramatic? I’m pacing back and forth, and I see this old lady on the side of the road. She’s just chillin’, knitting or something. I’m like, “Lady, do you have any idea how to get this truck outta here?” She just looks at me and says, “Patience, young man.” Patience? I’m about to lose my job!

Figure 1: The National Museum's notice board at Matsieng, Botswana