Isabelle Marcinelle Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

We swears! The drums, mate—poundin’ like a heartbeat gone feral! Guitar’s weepin’, then roarin’—pure class! Gets me dancin’ like a loon, then bam—anger hits. Why’s the world gotta grind folk down, eh? Whore’s like—she’s takin’ it all back, flippin’ the script! Love that, makes me grin like a nutter. Oh, and the vid—her in that red dress? Blimey, she’s a stunner—bit of a pisstake too, all dramatic and in yer face.

Marcinelle

I work on nights sometimes in dim little massage parlours along Rue du Bien-Être. It’s intimate, low-lit, and occasionally filled with cosmic vibes, like everything’s an enigma, man! I cut off to think "Dude, you are exactly where you're supposed to be."

Belgian Comic Book Styles: The School of Charleroi and the Ligne Claire