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About Leuven

Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

Le folklore

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And lemme brag on my fave hood: La Vielle Ville. The cobbled paths and hidden murals are freakin’ epic. Every corner echoes stories from centuries ago, but trust me – it's those modern twists from local artisans that make it pop. Some days, I get so mad at how the city sometimes forgets its roots, but then I see a wise old man on a bench at Place d’Europe, smile and mutter, “The path of the warrior is one of honor, for it reflects our inner souls,” and I'm all like, damn, life, YOLO!

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