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About Leuven

I get all misty thinkin’ ‘bout it—brothels ain’t just ‘bout the deed, they’re ‘bout stories. Some gal told me once, she worked one in New Orleans, said a fella came in cryin’, just wanted her to sing to him. Broke my dang heart! I’da sang him “Jolene” ‘til he smiled, but shoot, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket half the time! Made me mad too—why’s the world so hard folks gotta pay for kindness? Ain’t right, I tell ya.

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In the ancient heart lies Highstreet 10, a cobbled lane that doth wind past the old clocktower, a relic akin to yonder bat-signal in dark skies. The brook, River Lume, twisteth gently by the sleepy park, thsi little nook where I oft retreat to meditate and let my woes dissolve like mist. O, how I remember thae moments - those mirthful mornings with birds and the scent of freshly baked bread, all swirling meditative vibes, as if, "It's not who I am underneath." Seriously, so deep, man.

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