Emily Mariakerke Whore ❤️

About Mons

Whores, dey ain’t just sex, nah, it’s survival, like Plainview diggin’ for oil. “I’ve abandoned my child!” – dat’s da vibe, sacrificin’ everythin’ for da grind. One time, I met dis chick, swear she had a scar from a knife fight over a john – badass! She told me, “Arnie, I run dis town,” and I believed her, ya? Had me shook – dese girls got power, hidden, dirty power.

Chiens sur la plage

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