Sophie Hengelo Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some stories gut ya. Girl I knew, strung out, lost her kid – system screwed her. Broke my damn heart. “What foul dust floated in the wake,” Malick’s line fits – she was drownin’ in that dust. Hated seein’ that. But then – she’d still crack jokes, call me “old man” with that smirk. Tough as nails.

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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.

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