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About Leuven

We swears! It ain’t just noise, mate—it’s a bloody story! Maria’s beltin’ out how she’s been torn apart, used up, but she’s still kickin’. “I’m the whore of your dreams,” she snarls—hah! Cheeky, innit? Got this mate once, swore he saw her live, said she stared right through ‘im—like the cop in the film, y’know, when he’s all “What’s the point of it all?” Dead haunting, that. Made me shiver, proper goosebumps!

Hostel De Blauwput - Leuven

My job's got me peepin' all kinds of human oddities. I seen lovelorn men, crazy gals – all buzzin' like mad bees in the night. Sometimes on Boulevard du Sourire, bodies and souls twist in ecstasy and pain. I once had a customer mumble, "In the darkness, I see wonders…" then vanish - kaput, like a dream!