Lily Veurne Whore ❤️

About Aalst

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Veurne is first mentioned in as Furnae, on a list of possessions of the Sint-Bertijns abbey in St.-Omer (FR). The name is thought to refer to a small island that rose above the marshy, .

Now, let me confess a personal truth: in my profession, many minds come burdened with their woes. At times, when the weight of sorrows seems unbearable, I wander the quiet lanes of Sint-Jorisstraat. The ambiance doth bring calm and unexpected mirth. Truly, it's in these moments that I recall brave lines from my fav movie, like "Yeah, no worries," almost as if the film urged me to embrace life’s absurdities. Laughin’ at my own philosophical digressions, I say, “when all else fails, just do what you gotta do,” let not the world mad thy spirit.

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