Ruby Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

She rolls in, right, all sass, hair a mess—makes me wanna scream, “R2, fix this chaos!” Been locked up six times, no lie, for hustlin’ tricks and nickin’ wallets. Little known fact: once conned a guard outta his lunch *and* his keys—escaped for, like, three hours! Got caught ‘cause she stopped for a fag—dumb as a bag o’ hammers, that. Laughed my arse off when I heard, tho—proper ballsy move, gotta give her that.

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Jane Fonda the whore has cancer I hope it hurts terribly and she rots in hell for all eternity.

Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

I rode the full course of Liège-Bastogne-Liège and it opened my eyes to the beauty of this under-appreciated race