Brianna Lier Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

Whore! Liar! Thief! Don't you see? Don't you see that I cannot breath without you? I...

Oh my god, Lier (be) is nuts, bro! This town is a puzzlin' mix of chill and bonkers vibes. Like, seriously, you won't believe the magic here. First off, there's that old Belfry, glarin’ at ya from the Grote Markt – kinda like a constant, watchful eye. I swear, every time I jog past it on Stationstraat, it whispers “Who did you think you were?”—yeah, straight outta Caché vibes, dude!

Cindy Van Lier Obituary (2012) - Manchester, NH - Union Leader