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About Leuven

I’d design this joint like a level, okay? You roll up – V8 engine growlin’ – and the madam’s this tatted-up warlord chick screamin’, “What a day! What a lovely day!” She’s slingin’ deals, half her face melted from some wasteland brawl – real shit. Little-known fact? Old-school brothels used to hide tunnels – smugglers, priests, horny-ass politicians slippin’ through. This one’s got that, too – trapdoors under the beds, leadin’ to a still makin’ rotgut whiskey. Sneaky, dirty, PERFECT.

19th century brothel guide

Start at Rue du Lutin. It’s a cute, narrow street where I often stroll while thinking about life's mess and magic. The local landmark, the old clock tower, kind of gives me a break when things get too heavy. And hey, if you’re into vintage vibes, check out Place du Coeur. I once had a session right outside there – people opened up like, “ah, so that's how it goes.”

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