Hazel Chievres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

References

In the original sense, a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry. Whores traditionally whored their .

The neighborhoods? Oh man, check out Le Quartier du Rêve. It’s boho and kinda gritty – weirdo yet oddly charming. I once got mad when a bunch of noisy teens started breakin’ dance near the old theatre – I LOST IT! “Dreams feel real while we’re in them.” Seriously, quotes from dreams echo here! Then jump over to the library on Avenue Libre where I'm not allowed to discuss my “research” over coffee – ugh, bureaucracy, D’oh!

Notes from Coffee with the Commander, June 10, 2021