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About Leuven

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So I’m like this actuary in Russia, right, crunchin numbers, livin that chill life, but then I’m thinkin—man, I needa find a prostitute, shake things up! Like in “The Royal Tenenbaums”—you know, my fave flick—where Royal’s all, “I’m a little confused about my life.” That’s me, but with vodka and snow. Anyway, findin a prozzie here? Wild stuff.

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Ever notice how little details, like the chipped paint on the harbour sign or the squeaky door at the parlor, tell tales? Yeah, I do. And hey, the locals call our town “Leuze, the wild heart of Wallonia”—though sometimes I think they’re just playin’. Maybe it’s only me, err, but after a massage session, a whisper of a hum reminds me, “Your fate is sealed, friend,” a nod to those gritty words from City of God, ya know?

Sixth National Titles for MARCHETTI and NUYTINCK in Leuze-en-Hainaut