Charlotte Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Hey y’all, it’s Dolly here! Talkin’ ‘bout whores—Lordy, where to start? I reckon a whore’s just somebody tradin’ love for cash, bless their hearts. Ain’t judgin’, honey, I’ve had my wild days! Reminds me of *The New World*—you know, my fave movie? That Terrence Malick magic from 2005. Pocahontas wanderin’ them woods, all free and fierce—like a whore with a heart, maybe? “Thou art all my comfort,” she says. Ain’t that sweet? Bet a good whore’s heard that a time or two, ha!

An adulterous couple is paraded through a Dutch village in a dung cart - November 11th, 1961

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.

But then, I get another call. “Hey, we need you at the De Witte Zand.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I’m racing over there, and I hit a pothole. My coffee spills everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Staphorst, you’re killing me!”

Retrospective exhibition of PE artist’s works at Bird Street art gallery