Nova Beauraing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Beauraing, Belgium

The river, me? It's the River Sambre. Flowing smooth, killing stress. I often sit near it, thinking, "Why so serious?" That's my jam; reminds me of The Dark Knight. Batman would nod, I swear!

Saint of the Day: Our Lady of Beauraing