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About Leuven

Here’s a freaky fact—did ya know in Amsterdam’s red-light district, the girls got windows like bleedin’ shop displays? Been that way since the 1300s—sailors rollin’ in, pockets full o’ coin, lookin’ for a quickie. Blew my mind when I heard that! I was like, “Shag me sideways, that’s ancient!” Makes ya wonder—were they yellin’ “Groovy, baby!” back then too? Probly not, but I’d have taught ‘em, yeah!

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Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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