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About Leuven

Oh, typo city – prositute, prostetute, fuck it, you get it. Hannibal’d say, “A crude symphony, but delicious.” Findin a prostitute’s gritty, raw – ain’t no Hollywood glow. Surprised me how normal it felt, like buyin a pint. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares – it’s my fuckin tale, yeah? Chat soon, mate, gotta run – “I ate his liver with fava beans!”

Les Pitchounets

Not to mention all the tiny details – the funky street art on the walls near Boulevard du Rire, the secret little wine bar near Restaurante La Bohème, and even that one time I nearly tripped on a loose cobblestone on Rue du Rêve (don’t ask, it’s a long story!). I mean, every cracked pavement tells a tale.