Luna Courcelles Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Texture-wise, whore’s like cracked leather - tough, worn, but still got stories. Ever touch an old boot? That’s it, man! I’d kill to paint that, smear it with reds and blacks, make it scream. Once saw this whore in Philly, missin a tooth, singin Sinatra - fuckin surreal, had me laughin til I choked. She was a riot, a real nutcase!

Historical

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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