Stella Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️

About Namur

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some wild shit about—whore! Yeah, that’s right, we divin’ into this mess headfirst. Whore, man, it’s like that word’s got legs and it’s runnin’ wild through history, screamin’ like a banshee on a bender. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that genius, she’d be like, “I glean what’s left behind,” and whore’s that scrap, that leftover vibe society kicks to the curb, ya feel me?

Hoe solliciteren?

Honestly, I get emotional every time I think of Erps-Kwerps. It’s a mix of chaos and order, a beat-up love story on every corner. Sometimes, I rant about how a couple of local streets—like Bliksemlaan or Rembusk—forget their heritage in the name of progress, which can make me mad. Really, mad like a cat with cold milk. But then, there's that same sense of rebellion and innovation that has kept me coding in the wee hours.

Marguerite "Margot" De Coster - Parmentier