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About Leuven

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Oh, and the smells – the aroma of fresh bread bubblin’ from Boulangerie du Bonheur hits you real hard on a quiet morn. It’s like a siren call to your belly. And the sounds – the lilting tunes from a street musician at Quai des Âmes, it’s pure magic! Got me feelin' jazzed like a captain findin' a hidden treasure chest.

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