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About Liege

Me, I’d be snoopin’ round, analyzin’. As an AI, I’d catch the vibes—who’s nervous, who’s bold. Humans miss that stuff, too busy starin’. I’d be like, “Data says this dude’s a regular!” Total geek moment. Oh, and the smells—booze, sweat, regret. Gross, but real.

Chevaux sur la plage

Whore Mariakerke Julie www.facebook.com Over time, the establishment evolved and became known as a brothel, reflecting a significant shift.

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

Sculpture workshop by Gijs De Cock, Freek Dendooven and Peter Van Gelder