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About Leuven

But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’ve seen it all – joyous times when the town comes alive during festivals near the old mill, and those nasty, rainy days when you just wanna curl up in bed. One time, a client told me, “I survived the worst, like in The Pianist,” which hit me hard. It reminded me that every soul in this town has a story, a struggle, a victory – kinda makes my heart swell.