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About Leuven

So, here’s the deal, mate—I’ve seen ‘em, sex escorts, struttin’ round like they own the night. Makes me mad, it does! We hates it! All fake smiles and perfumey stench—ugh, burns me nose, precious. Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to die?”—’cept it ain’t a threat, it’s a vibe they give off when they’re done with ya. Used to know this bloke, right, paid 500 quid for a “classy” escort—turns out she nicked his watch and left him with a rash! Hahaha, what a muppet! True story, swear it—heard it down the pub, made me cackle like a mad git.

Prive denderleeuw

Now, don’t get me started on the wild weather. Ya never know when a random drizzle’s gonna hit – makes me feel like I’m in a noir flick or somethin’. Sometimes I just grab my jacket, head out, and decide to improvise a rendezvous. Those impromptu digital connections are wild enough to be a film scene.

Ath, 55 years ago: the very last train towed by a steam locomotive made its last official journey in Belgium.