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About Leuven

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

Dark World of Dehradun Red Light Area

Now, let me tell ye, Beverst ain't all polished and prim – it's full of raw, real vibes. Take a stroll down Chaleur Alley. It's all graffiti art and splattered hues, sort of like life’s own ramblings left painted on the walls of this city. I once got so lost there, I ended up in this little hidden park, Le Jardin Oublié. Man, that place be a sanctuary – a secret escape where the river La Douce flows past ancient stone bridges. It’s like finding yer own private harbor in the midst of chaos.

Vangronsvelt Albert - Bilzen (BE) 1st national Barcelona 2009.