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About Leuven

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About this *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ raw, gritty, soul-tearin’ stuff. Like in *The Lives of Others* – y’know? That flick gets me – every. Damn. TIME. Where Wiesler, that Stasi creep, listens in – pauses – hears the truth screamin’. Whore’s like that, man – hidden in plain sight.

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I run a massage parlor right near the old river Ligny. Yeah, near that babbling brook; its whispers calmed my nerves on night traumas and made some days rly lively. Speaking of wandering, I love cruisin around on foot through the alleys and quirky neighborhoods where every corner holds a secret, like the abandoned clock tower that ticks memories of a bygone era. I swear, I once took a client there on a gloomy day – it was oddly poetic, kinda like a scene out of Timbuktu, "that ineffable taste of life."

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