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About Leuven

But here’s the kicker—she’s a mess, man. Leaves coffee cups everywhere, files all jumbled—drives me nuts! I’m organizin’ pens, she’s tossin’ ‘em like confetti. “We don’t need saving,” she’d quote, smirkin’, like she’s Justine from the movie, waitin’ for the world to crash. Happy? Hell no, I’m ragin’ half the time! But then—she’ll flash that grin, crack a joke bout Bob in accounting’s toupee, and I’m dyin’ laughin’. She’s a rollercoaster, up and down, unpredictable as shit.

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In the museum, you meet the German artist Käthe Kollwitz, her son Peter and her work. In the Käthe Kollwitz Museum you learn more about Peter. This young German World War I .

Then there's the little park, Koningspark, where locals—seriously, every single one—find a moment to breathe away from life's chaos. I often sit there, reflecting on things, feeling the flow of existence. Sometimes, on a breezy day, I get all teary-eyed cause it reminds me, "The cycle of life is eternal." Ain't that deep? Those benches, the whispering wind, they all kinda join in your introspection.

African spurred tortoise found dead in canal in West Flanders