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About Leuven

Gameplay? Choices, man. Run it, ruin it, or burn it down. “It’s not happenin’!”—like Tyrone screamin’. Surprised me how deep it got. Thought in my head: “Keanu, you’re fucked up likin’ this.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Brothel’s a circus—mirrors, masks, moans. Humor? Client slips on lube, bam, knocked out cold—dumbass. Sarcasm? “Oh, noble profession, savin’ souls!” Bullshit.

A Closer Look at Prostitution Laws in Various Countries

This article draws on empirical research to develop understandings of child prostitution, previously theorised on the basis of children's rights.

I love every nook of Meeuwen. Seriously, my fave corner is near the old mill on Windy Road. It’s a spot that surprises ya every time. I once found a hidden courtyard with retro benches, served as my “Zen Den” days. Crazy hidden, magical vibes—like, boom! Outta nowhere, eh?

The Venice Architecture Biennale by phone … what’s app?