Sarah Hengelo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Hengelo is a small city in The Netherlands, near Germany. It used to have industry in the old days, of which you can still see the remnants of now. The black structure is a "Salt House" .

After the museum, we wander down the Langestraat. It’s a cool street, full of shops and cafes. I spot this vintage store and drag Jeroen in. I find this ridiculous hat that looks like it’s from the 80s. I put it on, and Jeroen can’t stop laughing. I’m like, “This is fashion, bro!” We take a selfie, and I swear, I look like a time traveler.

Sifan Hassan and 19-year-old Grace Nawowuna stun at Hengelo with sub-30-minute 10Ks