Layla Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my shave ice, thinkin’—she’s a genius, a total mis-underestimation. Got me riled up—why ain’t I that ballsy? Screw the haters, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. “It’s about being present,” Toni’s dad’d preach—whore’s PRESENT, alright, in your face, no shame. Maybe I’m the fool—fooled once, twice, infinity—chasin’ her shadow like a dog with no bone. Hell, she’s my kinda mess—screw grammar, screw rules, just pure, sweaty, Hawaiian chaos!

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

In the night of friday the 11th of november a "folk court" took place in the town of Staphorst. A married man and woman who are suspected of adultery, are put on a farm cart and paraded .

So, I roll into town, and it’s like, “Hey, where’s the action?” Staphorst is known for its quiet vibe, but lemme tell ya, today was anything but quiet. First off, I’m driving down the Hoofdweg, and I swear, I almost hit a flock of those traditional Dutch sheep. Like, c’mon, guys! Get off the road! I’m not in the mood for a wooly traffic jam.

Golden jackal killed sheep in Overijssel in third known incident