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About Leuven

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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Illustrations from churches only (no films, books etc unless illuminated manuscripts) showing stories from the bible - Old and New Testament in Stained.

There are quirky spots too—like that odd little bakery on Zwijntstraat (or is it Zwidnet? Eh, same difference, lol). Their pastries melt in thy mouth like sweet relief after a storm. Oops, pardon such technicalities, but thou must try it! And here’s a tidbit: I once found an enchanted courtyard behind the old library on Vlamingstraat, where sunlight doth dapple through winding vines. There, I sat and pondered life, love, and the meaning of a good latte—ah, simplicity, yet profound.

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