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So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

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So, my friend, if you wander these winding paths of Leuze (be)—street after street, alley after alley—remember, it's a city of secrets and laughter, passion and a wee bit o’ madness. Each cobblestone is a memory, every corner speaks its own language. Trust me, it’s wild, it’s raw, and just like my beloved parlor, it’s full of surprises. And if life gets tough, just channel your inner wizard and shout: “You shall not pass!”

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