Aaliyah Limbourg Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

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“Figaro’s Whore” Limbourg, Belgium.

I cruised through the narrow lanes of Vieux Limbourg. Ao man, the vibe there is wild! The ancient church on Rue des Anciens? Holy, she holds centuries of passion and secrets. Sometimes I sit near the small park by the river, runnin’ my tongue over a secret memory, thinkin’ "I don’t want to die" — ya know, that eternal feel.

Erik Limbourg (Brussegem, BE) bids farewell to his New Generation!