Lucy Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Ugh, but the haters? They’d say it’s trashy. I’m like, “Bitch, please, it’s art!” Whore’s got sass, it’s got soul – don’t sleep on it. I’d tell my BFF, like, “Girl, own that whore energy!” It’s not just sex, it’s attitude. Maybe I’m extra, but I’d die for this word’s glow-up story. So, like, literally, that’s my tea on whore – spill yours!

Chevaux sur la plage

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.

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