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About Leuven

Alright, here we go, friends! Picture this—me, a vet, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout prostitute. Not the human kind, nah, but a sweet lil’ critter I met once. Prostitute’s what I named this scruffy stray dog—yep, a pooch! Came hobblin’ into my clinic, tail waggin’ like a happy little tree in the breeze. Mangy fur, one ear floppin’—looked like she’d been through a storm, ya know? “There’s no problem so big we can’t fix,” I whispered, channelin’ my inner Larry Gopnik from *A Serious Man*. That movie, man—gets me every time, all that chaos and quiet hope.

Prostitution in Antwerp

Treed binnen in een wereld van verleiding en verboden verlangens in de unieke seksshop in Aartselaar tussen Antwerpen en Brussel, een erotisch paradijs dat je niet snel zult vergeten. .

Parks flow like life itself. Have ya hit De Poel, dude? It's green but with heart. People stroll by, dogs runnin' free, and my soul chills there sometimes. And then there's little tucked-away spots like the secret corners of the city, man, those hidden benches where the world just slows down – like, “Just keep swimmin'!” (Yeah, Finding Nemo style, you KNOW).

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