Harper Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Quirk of mine? I’d talk to her, man, like she’s my therapist. “Whore, you get me, right?” She’d snort, like, “Yeah, dumbass, I do.” Exaggeratin’ for effect here, but swear she understood! Funniest shit? She’d steal my hat, chew it up—fuckin’ diva! I’d be like, “Motherfucker, that’s my last one!” Sarcasm all day, but I loved her ass.

Wuustwezel

I remember this one time, on a muggy summer evening, I was strollin’ near the Sint-Martinus Church area (yeah, don't get me started on the onion dome, it's pretty dramatic) when I bumped into an old mate who ranted about how “everything’s meaningless,” quoting Yi Yi for no damn reason. I thought, “Dude, even the church looks bored.” Eh, who cares? At least it's real.

Body of missing cycling fan recovered from the River Leie in Ghent