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About Leuven

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Le Dream - Famous Club

Most of them do not know my name but that does not matter because to them, I am a whore. I was named after the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi.

Oh! And the old mill by the Somme River, it's chill, so rustic, so nostalgic! I used to joke with my clients, "This spot, it's like, I don't know, a scene outta Almost Famous, man!" I could be pouring out my life story to a massage oil bottle right there. Hah!

Obituary | Eugene Kirby Whinnen, Jr. of Havre, Montana