Emily Mariakerke Whore ❤️

About Mons

Ooh, here’s a wild story—Victorian era, this one chick, Lola Montez, dancer-whore-spy, legit seduced a king and started a riot! Freakin’ chaos! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ swamp juice, thinkin’, “Dang, that’s hardcore!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s too juicy not to hype up! Whores got layers, man, like onions—or my banjo strings!

Chiens sur la plage

Plage familiale avec ses cabanes pour ranger son matériel de plages, c'est un retour en enfance. Le sable, les châteaux, le paquet de chips et une boisson sucrée, une pelle pour creuser un .

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.

James Ensor