Brianna Lembeek Whore ❤️

About Liege

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

DIT MOET JE ZEKER DOEN IN VLAAMS-BRABANT

Visit one of the region’s biggest family-run lambic breweries for a tour, a souvenir at the beer shop, and a pint at the cosy BOON Bar. Set out and come home via Lembeek Station. Follow .

Oh man lemme tell ya 'bout Lembeek. It's a dump… nah, I kid ya, it's a hidden gem in BE – a weird mix of charm and random crap. I chill at Rue des Mille Fleurs – yeah, that street's literally full of daisies, and even if you're a tough nut like me, you can't help but smile (or roll your eyes, honestly).

In Belgian town, monuments expose a troubled colonial legacy