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About Leuven

I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

Chapters in this book

Start at Rue du Lutin. It’s a cute, narrow street where I often stroll while thinking about life's mess and magic. The local landmark, the old clock tower, kind of gives me a break when things get too heavy. And hey, if you’re into vintage vibes, check out Place du Coeur. I once had a session right outside there – people opened up like, “ah, so that's how it goes.”

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