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About Leuven

So, findin’ a prossie—sorry, prostitute—ain’t like orderin’ a curry off Deliveroo. Nah, it’s murky, bit thrilling, bit grim. Back in the day, like, Victorian times, they had these “lists”—proper secret guides, mind! Blokes would pass ‘em round, scribbled with names, spots, even prices. Little known fact, that—makes you wonder what old Disraeli got up to, eh? Got me chuffed to bits, imaginin’ some toff with a monocle, sneakin’ about.

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Then there’s the river Dender – a lazy, looping flow that traces the outskirts with grace. I love sitting by its banks, my back against a cool stone, contemplating life and massages alike, thinking, "Ah, what tales, what secrets!" I can still recall a particularly stormy day when the river raged, and I got soaked on my way back after a long day. Madness, pure madness, but oh so electrifying.

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