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About Leuven

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

Etymologie

When Germany legalised prostitution in it triggered an apparently unstoppable growth in the country’s sex industry. It’s now worth 15 billion euros a year and embraces everything from.

Remember the park – Parc de l’Espoir. It’s so quiet, gettin' you riled up with its silent mood. Dirt roads race along the tiny river, Le Ruisseau Tranquille. Everywhere feels like a film scene, “Moolaadé, moolaadé…”. I swear, that phrase got stuck in my head like a bad pun.

La Flèche Brabançonne