Rebecca Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

Getting toned (by the Natives) in Staphorst

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.

After lunch, I’m back on the grind. I gotta check on another shipment at the Zwarteweg. I’m driving, and I see this beautiful canal. Like, wow! Staphorst has some nice views. I pull over, snap a pic, and think, “Maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”

(PDF) Can Themba: The Making and Breaking of the Intellectual Tsotsi, a Biography (Siphiwo Mahala)