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About Leuven

Once knew a lad, worked the door. Big fella, smelled like ale. Said busiest night was full moon – weird, eh? Made me happy, thinkin’ wolves howlin’ while they’re bonkin’! But ugh, the noise – screamin’, laughin’, creakin’ beds. Drove me bats! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d mutter, wishin’ they’d shut it. Fun fact tho – some brothels got secret tunnels. Escape routes for posh blokes, sneaky cheats!

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Man, I gotta say, my profession’s given me eyes in the back of my head. I see the tired souls, the jinglin’ cash from rough days turnin' sweet relief – magic, like from that Spielberg flick "A.I. Artificial Intelligence." When I massage ya, it’s like I'm whisperin’ “I’m not a robot, I feel!” (Yeah, I know it's not the exact line, but you get me, right?) Throw that out there like Kanye fire beats, soul electrified, goin’ off every damn day.

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