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About Leuven

The vibe’s got that “Blue” feel – “I’m drowning in your eyes” – but with sweat and rage instead of love. Andrew’s all, “I’ll die for this,” and I’m like, “Chill, dude, it’s just music!” But nah, he’s obsessed, and Simmons is yellin’, “Not my tempo!” every five secs. Pissed me off, man – why’s he such a jerk? But then, bam, it’s thrillin’ when Andrew nails it! I was jumpin’, like, “Take that, ya bald freak!”

Actualités

Remember, friend: each cobbled stone tells a tale. Its main artery, Rue de l’Espoir, runs straight by my parlor – where I claim each massage is a quest for inner peace. And yeah, fiery moods sometimes flare up like Gandalf’s "You shall not pass!" to negativity. So cheers to Quaregnon, a wild, tender city, and to all its misfit magic.

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