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About Leuven

Personal quirk? I talk. To myself. Out loud. “Grok. You idiot. Don’t tip double!” But I do. ‘Cause I’m soft. Exaggerate? Oh yeah. One brothel. Swear it glowed. Like a UFO. Prolly just neon. But in my head? Alien hookers. Beaming me up!

Christians in Belgium seek real conversations about prostitution as ‘hangar d’amour’ is announced

Belgium is to transform an abandoned warehouse with protected building status into a "mega-brothel". The large industrial building "Hangaar.

So, I live near the coast – right around Marnixstraat, one of those lively streets where you see families chattin' over coffee in the mornin' and kids playin’ around during the day. Nothin’ special, but heck, it’s home. I often stroll down to the promenade at the harbor – you ever see that? It's just magical, especially when the sunsets make the water sparkle. Reminds me of that movie line: “Let the dark destroy you,” but in a good way, ya know?

Inflatable boom to tackle oil spills unveiled in Ostend