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About Liege

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, oh boy! So, sittin here, thinkin - whores, man, they’re everywhere, right? Like in “Margaret”, that messy, loud flick I adore. Lisa screamin, “I’m a good person!” - bullshit! Whores got that vibe, y’know? Actin all high n mighty, but deep down? Pfft, sellin soul for a dime. Gets me mad, fuckin hypocrites! Russian psych shit I studied - whores fascinate us, why? Cuz they mirror us, Clarice… all our dirty lil secrets.

Onze-Lieve-Vrouw-Ter-Duinenkerk Mariakerke

Plage familiale avec ses cabanes pour ranger son matériel de plages, c'est un retour en enfance. Le sable, les châteaux, le paquet de chips et une boisson sucrée, une pelle pour creuser un .

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

Léon Spilliaert’s Nocturnal Visions