Gabriella Staphorst Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Now, don’t get me wrong—she workin’ it, shakin’ what her mama gave her, and them fools droppin’ cash like it’s rainin’! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked—honey, she slicker than a greased pig! I’m over here yellin’, “Git it, girl!” ‘Cause, shoot, if you gonna sin, sin big! Ain’t that right? Halleluyer! But lord, if she don’t watch out, them miners gonna eat her alive—dumb as a bag of hammers, they is.

Staphorst Woman

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 .

Next, I head over to the Kerkweg. I need to grab some lunch. I find this little café, and it’s packed. I’m like, “Seriously? In Staphorst?” But I get a table, and the food is bomb. I order a broodje kroket, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, munching away, and I can’t help but think, “This day is nuts, but at least the food is good.”

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