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About Leuven

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ about *Find a Prostitute* – what a bloody concept, eh? Reckon it’s like somethin’ out of *City of God*, innit? “In the city of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” – cacklin’ already at the thought! Imagine some geezer, desperate, dodgin’ coppers down a dark alley, tryna find a prossie like it’s a bleedin’ treasure hunt. Absolute madness! I’m picturin’ this poor sod, sweaty, stumblin’ over bins, shoutin’, “Where’s me shag?!” – pathetic, really.

Prive lennik

Parks? Heck yeah. Ever strolled through Park van de Vrede? It’s the chillest place ever. Birds chirping, old benches that’ve seen more epic breakups and, like, romantic meet-cutes than I can count. And you might catch me there, ranting about a buggy feature in my dating app – because guess what, life’s a series of moments, man. Sometimes I get so mad, it's like I'm reciting Dogville lines: “There’s no escape, just endless loops!” or words to that effect.