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About Liege

I reckon whore’s got swagger—like, “Sell me this pen,” right? It’s all hustle, all game. You don’t just *say* whore, you *feel* it, struttin’ down the street, oozin’ that naughty charm. Groovy, baby! Ever hear bout that french whore, La Païva? She conned rich dudes, built a freakin’ mansion off their dough—talk about shaggin’ the system! That’s pure Wolf energy, “Gimme the loot!” style.

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Dilbeek

Rambles later, I hit the river Zenne. Chill water flows with secrets. The river’s messy, like my code. I used to sit by its banks, gr8 times, thinking: "Look at us, centuries old, and still messy."

gijs van vaerenbergh's 'study of a windmill' suggests a playful hand-sketch