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About Leuven

So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin’ holes with graffiti like “I banged Livia here.” True story, look it up. Blows my mind—people been payin’ for ass forever, and it’s still a damn mess. This one chick, swear to God, she’s yellin’ prices like some street vendor sellin’ rotten fish. “20 bucks, big guy!” she hollers. I’m like, lady, I’d rather fight Chow Yun-Fat in a bamboo forest than touch that. “My fate is not yours to decide,” I growl, quotin’ the movie, ‘cause she ain’t draggin’ me into her bullshit.

Inventaris

I wander to the old church, Sint-Pieterskerk, always calm, always full of hidden stories. There’s a park near the church—Park der Rust. It's small, kinda worn, but so peaceful. Perfect for thinking, ranting, or just watching life roll by. And I sometimes sit there, thinking “we are doomed”—just like in The Turin Horse: "The world wobbles, the world crumbles." It’s weird but real, rarrgh!

In Memory of Rik Van Looy