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About Leuven

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Lisbeth Gruwez

Holy Terror - Black Plague (Live In Dendermonde, Belgium) Lyrics. Allegiance to none, yet nowhere to stand Time has come to fight or die enter the arena.

Then, there's the Dender River. It's like a lazy ribbon. I love chillin’ on its banks, just listenin’ to the water. Sometimes, I meditate here. "I must break free, before the moment is lost," I murmur, a la that movie line, y’know? Seriously, it’s surreal. Ain’t many folks appreciate it like I do.

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