Elizabeth Cloquet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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A group exhibition with works by Kasper Bosmans, Marie Cloquet, Nicolas Provost & Kasper Jordaens and Lenny Vervaeke.

Oi, listen up—Cloquet (us) is a wild, quirky place. I'm a family psych here, and lemme tell ya, it's a mix of heart and chaos. Sharon! It’s all trippy like "Inside Llewyn Davis"—man, so raw and bluesy.

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