Willow Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

She’s a right mess, tho—smells like cheap gin and regret half the time. “I do what I want,” she’d say, like Freddie, all defiant and knackered. Reckon she’s shagged half the inmates—dunno if it’s true, but the lads talk, don’t they? Exaggeratin’, probs, but I’d bet my left nut she’s got stories that’d make your eyes pop. Oh, R2-D2, where are you? She’d drive a droid mad, swear down.

Reserveren

Alright, listen up, buddy. Wuustwezel, that little slice of Belgium, is not your typical shiny city—it's gritty and charming in its own messed-up way. I'm talkin’ about narrow streets like Nieuwstraat and some hidden gems tucked in weird nooks you’d never expect. I mean, everybody lies, right? And Wuustwezel, well, it tells you stories you might not wanna hear, but you'll love ’em anyway.

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