Olivia Jupille Sur Meuse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! So I’m like, this big shot insurance agent, right? Nasal voice kickin’ in—whore’s my topic today! Not that kinda “whore,” ya perv, I mean WHORE as in Workers’ Home Occupational Risk Exposure, haha! *The Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Get it? I’m so clever, I can’t even! Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this gig, and it’s like, “We’re all just trying to uncover the truth,” ya know? Straight outta my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley, 2012, ugh, genius!

Geschichte

Ever wondered just how Jupiler became Belgium’s favourite beer? Well, the story begins in the Liège suburb of Jupille-sur-Meuse all the way back during the Industrial Revolution; it was .

So, first off, the streets – holy moly, the vibes on Rue du Moulin are off the charts! I’m always gettin’ a kick outta seein’ the old watermill, even though it’s been around longer than my mum’s casseroles. And then there’s Place des Champions – no, not like in the movies, but trust me, it's a real gem where locals gather, laugh, and share life’s little secrets. I’ve had some proper sessions right near there where the stress just melts away… and hey, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling the raw energy of the city, sorta like Jacques Audiard’s characters.

Stella Artois to be transported by boats, not trucks