Sarah Sernancelhe Whore ❤️

About Coimbra

She’s a storm, that lass—wild, untamed, and a bit cracked, like me. “The air is full of spices,” aye, and she’s the spiciest. Reckon she’d outwit Davy Jones himself, leave him cryin’ in his locker. So, mate, next time ye spy whore in the crowd, tip yer hat—don’t judge. She’s a legend, a bloody marvel, and I’m half-mad fer her. Savvy?

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Sernancelhe é uma bonita vila da região Norte do País, sede de concelho, na margem direita do Rio Távora, numa região montanhosa, senhora de paisagens idílicas e de uma arquitectura .

So, I’m finally dry, and I decide to hit up the park, Parque de Sernancelhe. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just chillin’ on a bench. But then, I see this kid with a kite. It’s flying high, and I’m like, “That’s awesome!” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite crashes into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!” I rush over, and we both try to get it down. It’s a whole scene. Finally, we get it, and the kid’s face lights up. Best moment of the day, for real.

Senvion wins 172MW Portugese order