Cora Angleur Whore ❤️

About Brussels

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

Etymology and terminology

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Oh, and a heads up—expect a few tire spuns (typos aplenty, sorry not sorry, like ikn 12 times, haha), even if my texts may be messy—they match the heart of this wild, imperfect city. Rock on and enjoy the story, cuz in Angleur, every shadow and light tells a tale, just like in “The Dark Knight” and my favorite Swift tracks.

Some residents return home, with caution, in Belgium’s third-largest city. (Published 2021)