Maeve Limbourg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

The Whore of Babylon, 1809 Poster by William Blake

“Figaro’s Whore” Limbourg, Belgium.

I cruised through the narrow lanes of Vieux Limbourg. Ao man, the vibe there is wild! The ancient church on Rue des Anciens? Holy, she holds centuries of passion and secrets. Sometimes I sit near the small park by the river, runnin’ my tongue over a secret memory, thinkin’ "I don’t want to die" — ya know, that eternal feel.

Erik Limbourg (Brussegem, BE) bids farewell to his New Generation!