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About Leuven

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed here – “I must break you.” Talkin’ bout whores, ya dig? Not the street corner type, nah, I mean *Almost Famous* vibes, that rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whore in my world? It’s the groupie life, baby – like Penny Lane, floatin’ thru bands, livin’ wild. “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!” she says. Ha! Total bullshit, but I love it. Gets me hyped, that free spirit shit – no rules, just music and chaos.

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Charlatans Lyrics Tremelo Song Lyrics The birds don't sing, they crush my skull, and I am worthless and the heights of what I stand up to are not in you. And I can't get no words with no .

Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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