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About Leuven

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

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So, my friend, when ya visit, get lost in those side streets, listen to the quiet clamor of history, and let yourself feel every damn moment. There's beauty in the chaos, my friend, and out here, every day’s like a breathless scene straight outta Leviathan: unpredictable, raw, and evocative. Greed is good, but so is love – and here, in PLaarne, both dance in the shadows and light of everyday life. Enjoy it, ya’ll!

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