Sophie Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️

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But real talk—whore’s messy. Hits me right in the gut, ‘specially watchin’ *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, that line—“I am fading”—damn, that’s heavy. Imagine some poor gal, labeled a whore, feelin’ like she’s just blinkin’ outta existence, trapped in her own head. Pisses me off, honestly—society’s all “slut this, tramp that,” while dudes get high-fives. Hypocrisy much? I’m over here yellign at my TV, “Give her a freakin’ break!”

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Oct 17,  · Staphorst is a small village nestling in the middling rump of Holland, quite close to the end of the rainbow and just to the right of the back end of beyond. I’m still not quite sure .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m driving home, and I can’t help but laugh. Staphorst, man. It’s a wild ride. Who knew a quiet little town could throw so much at me? I’m ready for a nap, but I’ll take the memories.

Oxford University prize for Mandela Uni’s Luan Staphorst #R2bP