Emilia Scherpenheuvel Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

Sarcasm time: yeah, whore’s *totally* the king of trees. Nah, it’s just a weirdo, growin’ crooked, messin’ with my trails. Still, I’d fight for it. “My fate is my own!”—whore’s got that energy. Messed up, beautiful, chaotic—like me tryna tell this story. Anyway, that’s whore, yo. Peace.

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I go on a pilgrimage to Scherpenheuvel, more or less 55 kilometres from our starting point. It's not that I'm religious, I'm not even.

I remember once, in a fit of mad joy (or was it anger? Who knows!) I nearly lost my cool when a group of rowdy teens messed up my favorite spa playlist outside my studio on Place du Zen. Grrr, it made me mad as hell, but then I laughed it off – life's a trip, man! Always a twist, like Amélie, savin’ little lives with playful pranks. I cant help but chuckle at how city life sometimes mirrors that odd little film magic.

Gommaire Verbruggen (Scherpenheuvel, BE) still one of the world’s best longer middle distance fanciers!