Isabella Klemskerke Whore ❤️

About Liege

Hey, so—whore, right? Blows my mind. I’m sittin’ here—like, Zen pause—thinkin’ about it. Whore’s this wild, messy thing. Not just some chick, nah. It’s deeper—like in *The Turin Horse*. That movie? Damn. Bleak as hell. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” y’know? Whore’s got that vibe. Used up, worn down—like the horse in that flick. Draggin’ through life, no breaks. Makes me kinda pissed, honestly. How’s society just… ditch ‘em?

Position of Klemskerke on the map

In picturesque Klemskerke, the polder landscape impresses and immerses you in a delightful and soothing tranquility.

I luv my spot near the old library on Dorpsplein. It's quiet, a retreat from busy brain chats. Sometimes I grab a coffee n’ just absorb the energy. The vibe's artistic n' kinda lovey-dovey. Yoda would say, “Do or do not, there is no try,” so I just enjoy it.