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About Leuven

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

English translation

The text in this work is from Bertolt Brecht's poem "Ballad of Marie Sanders, the Jew's Whore," a tale of a gentile woman who was punished for having had sexual.

Hey, how you doin’? So, lemme tell ya bout Brecht, BE – my crib for, like, several years now! This place, man, it's a real mix of old school charm and modern vibes. I bounce around on quaint streets like De Lierstraat and cross by the big ol’ park, Het Zand, a real gem for a chill day. There's a tiny café on Laarstraat that brews the most killer coffee; I've had more deep convos there than I can count. Seriously, it's kinda like that Agnès Varda flick, "The Gleaners and I" – you know, the one where you see beauty in the bits and bobs of everyday life… "I’m a beggar of beauty sometimes," like the movie said, right?

Brecht -- in 1st outing since '24 Draft -- wows at Spring Breakout