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About Leuven

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Herselt dildo

Oh, my precious, let me tell ye 'bout Herselt, yess, our dear little gem in Belgium – a place that sparkles like a rare elven treasure! Ah, err, um, where do I start? Let me, uh, err, let me start with the winding cobbled street of Kasteelstraat, where the ancient castle ruins whisper secrets. Such secrets, my precious, like in that movie… yess, "Blue is the Warmest Color." "I'm alive, I'm alive!" they cried, and it made me feel so much, so, so warm.

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