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About Leuven

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

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The river, “De Beek”, flows near the old mill. Listen, its murmur always calms my brain. I often sit on its banks left of Veldstraat—enjoyin the simple beats of nature's rhythm. Seriously, if you're lookin for a spot to clear your head, it's a must.

Zo uitzonderlijk was het gisteren: 41,8 graden in Begijnendijk, vandaag wat minder warm en kans op onweer