Hey mate, welcome to Heverlee (be)!

I’ve been here years. Shaken, not stirred.

Every street tells a story.

Take Kesselhofstraat. Nice vibes only.

Local landmark? The majestic Arenberg Castle!

Damn, it's epic. Like, "I’m a nervous wreck."

Remember that line? “This is mayhem”.

Heverlee has lush parks.

Check out the Heverleebos forest.

It's full o’ secrets.

Rivers? We got streams, not torrents.

The local brook - whispers in moonlight.

I stroll near Oude Markt sometimes.

Nerd alert – Old Leuven charm, man!

I hang at cozy cafes.

They brew passion and caffeine.

Being a pleasure coach shapes my vibe.

I notice subtle smiles, sighs, sparks.

Local quirks are gold.

Once, I got mad over trash.

It was a bummer, really.

Yet joy fills Heverlee streets.

I’m happy everytime I roam.

“Don’t fuck with me,” I half-joke.

Yeah, that line from the film.

“A History of Violence” echoing in alleys.

I mimic Bond’s suave vibe.

Every corner whispers danger, charm.

I took a shortcut down Kortstraat.

Totally underrated, bro.

Sometimes I mutter "I'm the f*cking devil."

Oh wait, err, gotta run now!

Lemme add some typos: thsi, lkie, ynd, wich, boht, reall, totlly, shok, amazng, fance.

Heverlee feels like living history.

Old school meets modern funk.

Man, it's wild but classy.

Trust me, you'll dig it, friend.

Stay cool and enjoy Heverlee.

Shaken, not stirred - always.