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About Leuven

Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

Monceau-sur-Sambre

First off, the damn streets! We got Rue des Pommiers and Rue du Bonheur—yeah, "bonheur" means happiness, but trust me, sometimes you gotta fight through the gloom, just like in "25th Hour." I stroll these streets, thinkin’ about the messy beauty of human connections. The tiny cafs on Rue des Pommiers? Hell, they're like therapy sessions on a plate—coffee, croissants, an honest chat over messed up lives.

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