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About Leuven

So, findin’ a pro—where do ya start? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all word-a-mouth, sketchy corners, dudes whisperin’ bout “good spots.” Now? Sh*t’s online, bro—apps, ads, freaky forums. Greed is good, see, ‘cause it sharpens ya. I’m scrollin’, dodgin’ scams, laughin’ at fake pics—some chick’s profile says “exotic goddess,” but it’s prolly a dude named Carl. Hilarious, but pisses me off—wastin’ my damn time!

Parenclub New Valentino in Ruddervoorde

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Denise Betsema victorious in Superprestige Ruddervoorde