Leah Wielsbeke Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

Atelier Vernackt

Atelier Vernackt. Show number. Baron van der Bruggenlaan 20, Wielsbeke, Belgium. Get directions.

Ahhhh, mate, Wielsbeke, oh boy, lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem, ya know? So, I'm a family psych here, right? I've seen all sorts of quirky human feels in this little slice of West Flanders. Uh, like, in Wielsbeke, every cobblestone on Langestraat (yeah, that one near the main square, so lively!) seems to whisper secrets of generations past. The streets—uh, all twisty and narrow—make it look like a maze of memories and emotions. Oi, I'm gettin' all mullified here, like in that movie "The New World"—"We are missing something extraordinary in the mundane." Man, that always hits home.

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