Penelope Antwerpen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

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'Whore', now on display at the Nottebohm zaal. One of 12 paintings I made for Finis Terrae, inspired by the woodcarving series by Albrecht Dürer.

Antwerpen got vibes, raw and toned down like Ceylan’s dialogues. A heavy mix of awe and frustration. I sometimes get so happy stanning the historic market near Sint-Joriskerk, even if some days I just wanna scream “Tonight’s the night!” out loud, feeling every beat of this pulsating, strange, little heart.

Traffic halt in Antwerp, 31 ships waiting outside the port