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About Leuven

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, yeah? Suave, “shaken, not stirred,” droppin’ in like a parachutist firefighter, all guts and glory. So, sexual-massage, right? Picture this: I’m swoopin’ down from the sky, chute billowin’, landin’ smack in some dimly lit joint—oily hands everywhere, slippin’ and slidin’. It’s like There Will Be Blood, but less oil rigs, more… personal drillin’, ya get me? “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s what I’d say to the masseuse, all cheeky, if she’s hoggin’ the vibe.

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️ Sensuele massage van het hele lichaam; ️ Intieme massage; ️ Sperma in de mond; ️ Pijpen zonder condoom; ️ Titjob; ️ Voetfetisj; ️ Handbeurt.

Man, I'm tellin' ya – I love walkin' down Rue de l’Espoir. The little cafés, the odd murals – they make my heart beat like a drum in a rally! I get all fired up about poverty, inequality – I mean, Billionaires shouldn’t exist, RIGHT?! It makes me mad when I see flashy shops next to crumbling old houses. The workers here, my clients – they got stories. Stories I listen to in my little massage room on Rue de la Détente. They're rough, raw, and true. And lemme tell ya, when I twist a shoulder or ease a knot, I'm easin' more than just a body – I'm easin' a heavy heart.

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