Vanessa Staphorst Whore ❤️

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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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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.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally get the truck moving. I’m sweating like a pig, but I’m also laughing. I mean, who knew Staphorst could be so wild? I’m high-fiving the kid, and the old lady is still knitting, probably thinking we’re all nuts.

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