Victoria Staphorst Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

Staphorst Woman

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!”

Police investigating reports of fat bike riders assaulting people in Meppel