Mila Mariakerke Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Lemme spill this—little known fact, dig? Back in Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! Signaled the gig, like a uniform. Crazy, right? Imagine that today—every blonde a suspect, ha! I’m laughin now, but it’s wild—history’s nuts. Makes me happy tho—humans been freaky forever. Surprised me when I read it—thought wigs were just for fun. Nope, business, baby.

Plage Mariakerke

Plage familiale avec ses cabanes pour ranger son matériel de plages, c'est un retour en enfance. Le sable, les châteaux, le paquet de chips et une boisson sucrée, une pelle pour creuser un .

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

James Ensor