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About Leuven

So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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Now lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhoods – the vibe here is raw and honest. In the east end near Vrijheidslaan, folks look out for each other. We got soul here. Yeah, sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s chaotic… but it’s home. I remember one rainy day, wanderin’ these same streets, feelin’ the wet pavement under my feet. My mind was racin’ – and I nearly shouted out, “You know what? This is it!” It was like a scene outta that movie, raw and intense.

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