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About Almere

Lemme tell ya, I once saw this gal – total *whore* legend – outside a dive bar, 3 a.m., screamin’ at some dude who stiffed her. “You think I’m cheap?!” she hollers, tossin’ a shoe at his head. I was *living* for it! Made me happy as hell – that fire, that chaos! Reminded me of *Ten*, when the driver’s sister says, “Men are all the same.” Truth, dahling! This gal was no doormat, no sir. She was *whore* incarnate – unapologetic, loud, a freakin’ tornado.

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Een wierde is een door de mens opgeworpen heuvel om zich voldoende te beschermen tegen de zee, met als doel er te kunnen blijven wonen en werken. Permanente vestiging op een wierde .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You forgot to pick up the groceries!” I’m like, “C’mon, Mom! I’m a baker, not a delivery service!” But I know I gotta go. So, I dash to the store on de Wierdenseweg.

Allana Clutterbuck wins the Wierden Young Rider Grand Prix