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About Liege

Then fall - oh man, fall’s where it twists. Whore’s still kickin’, but there’s this edge, like she’s seen some shit. Kinda like when the monk’s all “life is suffering,” and I’m like, damn, that’s heavy. Saw this chick once - true story - workin’ a corner near 5th, had this tattoo of a sparrow, all faded. Made me wonder, y’know? How’d she end up there? Pissed me off, thinkin’ some jerk probably screwed her over. Life ain’t fair, man.

Welkom bij House of Weddings

The locals? Super friendly, but man, traffic near the art crossroads, Oude Molenstraat, drives me cray cray sometimes – gotta breathe! But it fuels my vibe. I remember one misty morn, walkin’ from my spa, and the fog was thick, like an old film reel; I was like, “Come, let’s make a deal with destiny!” It got me feelin’ wild and free, a bit mad, a lot in love with life here.

Belgian Brutalist: Van Wassenhove House by Juliaan Lampens opens its doors