Claire Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Merkwaardig Erps-Kwerps

I’ve seen some funky things here, no joke. One night, while debugging an app feature, I got startled by a flash mob in the little square behind Brix Brewery—pure madness, pure joy! Two minutes of dancing, chaos and spilled beers, repeating my mantra "I drink and I know things!" But man, it rained spontaneity like never before.

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels