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About Leuven

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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The neighborhoods? Oh man, check out Le Quartier du Rêve. It’s boho and kinda gritty – weirdo yet oddly charming. I once got mad when a bunch of noisy teens started breakin’ dance near the old theatre – I LOST IT! “Dreams feel real while we’re in them.” Seriously, quotes from dreams echo here! Then jump over to the library on Avenue Libre where I'm not allowed to discuss my “research” over coffee – ugh, bureaucracy, D’oh!

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