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About Leuven

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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I dunno, sometimes I feel the city's pulse syncs with mine, its rhythm a lil somnambulant samba—it makes me happy, it makes me mad, it even makes me cry sometimes. Life’s messy and retie is messy, too, but that's what makes it real, right? And listen, there's that part in the movie, “You and I, we're like two halves of a whole,” and I swear, it fits Retie so damn well!

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