Maeve Brecht Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Lemme drop a lil’ factoid on ya—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Wild, right? Thousands of years, and we’re still slingin’ it around like it’s nothin’. Makes me happy, in a weird way—history’s got layers, man! But then I think, who decided it’s a bad word? Some uptight jerk, probs. That makes me mad—let people live! Whores are out here survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m supposedta judge? Nah, I’m too busy losin’ my mind over a $12 sandwich.

Ballade von der 'Judenhure' Marie Sanders

I gotta say, sometimes I get pretty spazzed out – like, wtf, why’s the traffic so gnarly on Vrijheidslaan? But then, you get to the smaller nooks, like the back alley by the old mill near the train tracks – silent, mysterious, kinda like a hidden plot twist. And oh man, I always get a kick out of the local market near Marktplein. The vendors, the smells, the chatter – it's raw, unfiltered life, ya know?!

Brecht -- in 1st outing since '24 Draft -- wows at Spring Breakout