Megan Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too clumsy, trip over heels, probly eat the client’s snacks. Ha! Picture me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! But whores, they got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. Surprised me how they keep smilin’—tough as nails. So yeah, respect, I guess. D’oh! Whores and *In the Mood for Love*—both got secrets, both got style. Now I want a beer.

Staphorst Travel Guide – Found Myself in a Strange Town

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!”

Golden jackal killed sheep in Overijssel in third known incident