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About Leuven

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Prostitution in Essen

Prostitute near the Krupp works, West Germany, Essen, ; Medium: gelatin silver print ; Size: x cm. (19 x in.) ; Description: Keffiyeh truffaut.

Grugapark? Bruh, it's like nature's playground for lovers and loners, all twisty paths and hidden alcoves. I once saw two smoochin' under the big oak – mad heartfelt, like somethin' outta a low-budget indie flick, but real as day. And yo, speaking of parks, there's Kettwiger Bruch – quiet, mysterious, and full of secrets.

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