Megan Blegny Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

References

Thomas Dekker's religious, political, and anti-catholic imbroglio, The Whore of Babylon (–6),2 written on the heels of the Powder Treason of 5.

Hi-ho, my dear pal! So, lemme tell ya 'bout Blegny, be – my home for yonks now. It's, like, a real rascally mix of cute little streets and wild surprises, ya know? Ah, gosh, this city… it just has a vibe that says “Sell me this pen!” – like, seriously, every corner's got a story.

Belgian pathologist and literary star gives 'voice to the dead'