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About San Diego

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, milkin’ these machines like a boss, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild-ass thing called *whore*. Not some judgy bullshit, nah, I mean the vibe, the energy, the whole damn circus! Like, picture this: I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *Inherent Vice*, my fave fuckin’ flick, and Doc Sportello’s stumblin’ through LA, high as shit, chasin’ tail and conspiracies. And I’m like, “Yo, that’s *whore* energy right there!” Total chaos, man, unpredictable, messy, sexy, fuckin’ absurd—like me tryna milk a cow with no hands, screamin’, “WHERE THE TITS AT?!”

Media in category "Lise Cloquet"

A group exhibition with works by Kasper Bosmans, Marie Cloquet, Nicolas Provost & Kasper Jordaens and Lenny Vervaeke.

Neighborhoods are tight-knit. East side, around Birch Lane, is where the good souls live. The trees tremble in the breeze like a bad guitar riff. In the artful West End, folks are creative, a bit offbeat—kind like in the Coen flick. I once saw a family picnic right outside the quirky park at Creekside Park. Crazy joyous energy, I swear.

Young, Cloquet left looking for answers to season-long struggles