Hazel Heerde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

Population centres

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. So, I wake up in Heerde, right? This chill little town in the Netherlands, where everyone knows everyone. I mean, I love it here, but sometimes it feels like I’m in a sitcom.

Results World Junior Championships Heerde