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About Leuven

So, escorts—high-class ones, not the dodgy street sort. They’re like shadows, slippin’ through courts and castles, all smiles and secrets. Makes me mad, tho—half these lords pay more for a night than I’d spend on a whole damn army. Little fact for ya: back in old Rome, they called ‘em *hetaerae*, posh tarts who’d recite poetry before, y’know, gettin’ busy. Surprised me, that—thought it was all wham-bam, but nah, they had *skills*. Bet they’d smirk at my throne and say, “This too shall pass,” like in the film.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the nightlife. You’d think a small town stays asleep. Ha! Some nights at the local bar near Dorpsplein, the banter’s so raw it practically hurts. I told a client once, “Ever feel the anger? It’s like the city itself is having a bad day – c’mon, get a grip!” Yeah, I’m not your typical warm-and-fuzzy spa owner, I’ve got sarcasm dripping off my words like a leaky faucet.

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