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About Liege

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Overijse: Where and how to walk around this lovely area

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What else? Oh, man, I love the local market on Frietstraat (yep, made that up, lol). True story though, random stalls pop up and show off fresh, sweet goodies. I get lost in all these corners thinking "This is what living is about."

Throwback Thursday: Bart Wellen’s Infamous One-Legged Maneuver in Overijse