Ada Aarschot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Voor het raam

'Whore', now on display at the Nottebohm zaal. One of 12 paintings I made for Finis Terrae, inspired by the woodcarving series by Albrecht Dürer.

Aarschot’s a crazy mix, like where rap meets romance in the streets. First off, check out Kerkstraat – narrow, twisty, perfect for late night strolls. Yo, I ain’t lyin’, even the pavement’s like a beat drop, just bam! Next, hit up Dorpsplein, our heart, where locals vibe and hearts connect, like a dating site match made in lil’ heaven. Young Mula Baby!

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