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About Leuven

So, this one time, I saw her – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s struttin’ by the pier, heels clickin’, lookin’ like she owns the damn ocean. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s bold!” Made me happy, honestly – that kinda guts? Rare. Zen pause. Most folks hide, but not her. She’s out there, loud, proud, like Daniel Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” – except she’s abandoned shame instead.

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I stroll past Place de la Liberté – its fountain splashin’ water like a dance of freedom. It’s kinda like me dabblin’ in sexology – every droplet tells a secret, ya know? And oh boy, there’s the tiny cafe on Avenue de la Passion. Spicy drinks, spicier gossip – I’ve overheard more juicy love tales there than in my entire clinic. I swear, sometimes it’s like a live show – “Laugh now, cry later”, just like Oldboy: “Laugh it up, punk.”

Game and Fish require ANS stickers on out-of-state watercraft