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About Leuven

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Think, I do, about this life. Hard, it is, y’know? Cash for flesh, trade they make. “Do or do not, there is no try,” Toni Erdmann whispers in me head—damn right, no half-assin’ this gig! Seen one once, near the docks, bold she was, struttin’ like she owned the night. Respect, I had, for that gutsy vibe.

Merkwaardig Erps-Kwerps

Deze zorgde voor leuke meezingers waar naar harte lust op meegezongen werd en gedanst. Praktisch iedereen danste al staand, al zittend, alles kon en niets moest! Zeker voor herhaling .

Alright, so where do I start? The heart is smack bang in Central Square, right off Stationstraat. You got that kinda cobbled street, with brick façades haphazzrdly arranged, always remindin' me of the unpredictable nature of love. Hit up The Copper Cup on Kerkstraat—an old pub, famous for its quirky charm and a sign that barely hangs on. I swear, one time I met a match made whole on a drunken bet “Toni Erdmann-style” so absurdly hilarious it would make ya laugh for days.

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