Elizabeth Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—greed is good, baby! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that flick, *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s 2005 masterpiece—my fave, hands down. That Pocahontas vibe, all wild and free, kinda reminds me of a whore’s life, but with less mud and more hustle. “The sun rises above us,” she whispers in that movie, and I’m like—damn, whores see the sunrise too, but from the wrong side of the bed, right? Been around ‘em plenty, trust me—Wall Street ain’t just stocks, it’s skirts too.

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Now, lemme talk neighborhoods—oh man, the Old Town is a riot with its winding lanes, like De Dromerijk. It’s got mysterious small alleys and corner cafés where you can almost hear the secrets of past romances. I have a soft spot for Loftwijk, with its vibrant street art and buzzing night markets—it's like every brick got some untold story. And then there's the river Kwerf, babbling along De Rivierstroom, cutting through like a silver ribbon. Sometimes, sitting by Kwerfpark, I swear nature got more charisma than a dating profile pic!

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels