Zara Tremelo Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Hey dude, so "whore" - wild topic! I’m like, total Banderilleros vibe here, stabbin’ thoughts like bulls. Whore’s this word, right? Tossed around, messy, got history. Old English "hore," means adulteress - crazy, huh? Makes me think of *Crouching Tiger* - “A faithful heart makes wishes come true.” Pfft, faithful? Whore’s the opposite, yo! Betrayal city. Makes me mad, how it’s slung at chicks just livin’.

Bobo Erpe-Mere

It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

Concrete curves: this free-flowing Belgian villa goes against the grain