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About Leuven

So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

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So, first off, the streets – man, there’s Rue du Bonheur. I kid ya not, it’s like the heartbeat of the neighborhood. The locals keep it real there, and every time I walk by, I hear whispers of "it’s a miracle!" kinda like somewhere outta "The Pianist" – "I survived," ya know? Kinda gives ya a feel for resilience and hope. Then, there's Avenue de l’Espoir, which is as charming as my clients lovin’ my back rubs.