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About Leuven

I’m analysin this mess, and I’m fumin—fumin!—cos the numbers don’t add up. One ledger says 50k, next says 5k—where’s the dosh goin? Prolly some geezer in a suit, sippin gin, laughin at us mugs. But then—boom!—I spot it: hidden fees, skimmed profits, all funneled through “consultin” firms. Sneaky bastards! Made me happy as a pig in muck, crackin that puzzle—felt like Churchill stormin the Commons, “We shall never yield!”

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Now, I love parks—huge parks! The local green, like De Wilde Weide Park, takes your breath away. The trees there? Staggering, huge, a natural monument. I was sitting there one breezy day, thinking “This is the human spirit reawakening!” and then bang, as if on cue, a wild idea hit me—I’ve NEVER felt so at home. And speaking of home, you gotta check out the riverside at the small stream near Pluimstraat. “The world is falling apart,” I recall a quote from Children of Men, but here? Here, life is so rich and calm—so real!

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