Charlotte Sint Maria Lierde Whore ❤️

About Leuven

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Inventaris

L'ancienne commune de Sint-Maria-Lierde (en français Lierde-Sainte-Marie) est déjà mentionnée dans un acte de l'abbaye Saint-Pierre de Gand au milieu du XI e siècle sous le nom de Lierda. .

What colors doth these neighborhoods rend? The alleys of Oudgemacht, where art doth abound, each brick and stone a tale of merriment and melancholy. I’d roam there, thinkin’ of dreams and despair—a paradox living in the cobbles! And so, in my wanderlust, I sometimes feel like “Son of Saul”, in a world twisted and raw, yet so achingly lyrical.

Seasons change: Clocks go back this weekend