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About Leuven

So, this one time – midterms, ‘78, hear me out – buddy says, “Joe, check this spot.” Shady house, red lights, girls gigglin. Didn’t go in, nah, chickened out. But got me curious – what’s the draw? Turns out, brothels ain’t just sex dens. Nope. Some history says Roman ones, called lupanars, had freaky wall art – like, dirty comics! Ain’t that a hoot? Imagine some toga guy, horny as hell, starin at doodles.

Don't forget

So, gotta say, as a family psychologist wise in my years, the town’s tiny flaws, its hidden corners, made me mad sometimes—grr—like when noise disrupts our session, ugh, you feel me? But who cares, happy moments burst through plenty, like laughter under strange neon skies in that flick I love so.

After Seven Decades, This Canadian Soldier Was Finally Laid to Rest