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About Leuven

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

Personal account

The Judge noted that Applicant last engaged a prostitute four years ago and that he has stated that he will never do so again. He testified credibly that he.

Ugh, and omg, can we talk about the river Dour? It kinda winds through the town so, like, mysteriously. Over by the old stone bridge – it's, like, the coolest meeting place. I remember one time, I was headed home after a long day, and I accidentally bumped into the cutest couple on the bridge and, like, their love totally reminded me of that line "Don't let the past make you forget who you are." So heartwarming but also kinda tragic, ya know? Lmao.

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