Zoe Hengstdal Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

So I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ a window, mullin’ it over. Whore’s got layers, like. Makes me mad, tho—people chuck it round all nasty-like now. “You’re a whore!” they yell, an’ I’m like, oi, calm it, yeah? Used to be a job, a gig! Some lass in 1600s London, feedin’ her kids, dodgin’ plague—respect, I say! But nah, now it’s just a big ol’ insult. Pisses me off, grrr, kickin’ me toolbox—ow!

Calculate Distance to Hengstdal

I’m walkin’ down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s like the whole town’s awake. Kids are screamin’, dogs are barkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. I pass by the bakery on the corner—man, the smell of fresh bread is like heaven. I’m thinkin’, “I’ll grab a roll later.” Spoiler alert: I forgot.