Layla Berlare Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oi, mate, I'm Ozzy, yeah, mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – agronomist by day, nutter by night! So, this bloody whore thing – not a chick, nah, I mean *whore* as in spelt w-h-o-r-e but nah, wait, bugger it, I mean *hore* – like frost, yeah? That icy crap on plants! Drivin' me bonkers thinkin’ ‘bout it. Watched *Zodiac* again last night – "I’m not Paul Avery!" – Fincher’s a mad genius, in’t he? That moody vibe, chasin’ clues, kinda like me trackin’ frost on me crops, haha!

The Whore’s Bedroom: Debriefing the life of a Berlin sex worker

I got mad at the river near De Werve for a minute – yeah, the little stream that cuts through town. It sometimes gurgles too loud, disrupting quiet vibes. But then it’s cool again // it’s all part of Berlare’s beat. Spilled milk moment? Nah, just nature being its noisy self, I guess.

Jennifer Shayko new partner at Aird & Berlis