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About Leuven

Lemme tell ya a lil’ story—back in ‘09, I knew this dude, right? Worked at some startup, total “whore” for metrics. Obsessed with clicks, not users—drove me nuts! He’d tweak shit just to juice numbers, no soul in it. Reminds me of Caden’s line, “There are no extras in life.” Every move mattered, but this fool? He missed it—whored out his vision for some VC’s pat on the back. Made me wanna scream, “Bruh, chill—make somethin’ real!” But nah, he kept at it, til the whole gig crashed. Sad, yo—waste of talent.

Schoonmaak en klusjes Erps-Kwerps 35u

Alright, so where do I start? The heart is smack bang in Central Square, right off Stationstraat. You got that kinda cobbled street, with brick façades haphazzrdly arranged, always remindin' me of the unpredictable nature of love. Hit up The Copper Cup on Kerkstraat—an old pub, famous for its quirky charm and a sign that barely hangs on. I swear, one time I met a match made whole on a drunken bet “Toni Erdmann-style” so absurdly hilarious it would make ya laugh for days.

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