Avery Ardooie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

References

Follow me from the town center of Ardooie Belgium - population 7, and home of our Belgian cap manufacturer, City Sport - up the street and into the front.

I live near Stationsstraat 12 (yeah, that one blowing in the wind). It’s kinda our hub, and plenty families stroll by. There’s Brugstraat too – reaaally lively sometimes – kids laughing, neighbors chattin’, and sometimes just total mayhem in a sweet, peaceful way!

Belgian cyclocross - a trip to the motherland