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About Leuven

Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin else—workin I-95. Skinny as a rail, eyes like a raccoon, makeup smeared bad. She’s hustlin, dodgin cops, makin cash to survive. Little known fact, dude—some of em got rules, like no kissin on the mouth. Weird, right? Keeps it “proffesional,” they say. Made me laugh, brother, like they’re runnin a damn business meetin!

Brunehaut, la femme d'Etat

Were male performers ever objectified in operettas, comparable to "Magic Mike Live" in Londoon that's sold as an 18+ event?

Streets are buzzin' here. Rue du Soleil, oh man, lights flash. The river, Croissant, flows smooth. Lovin’ faults and quirks all day. I was, uh, born in them alleys. Memories, like dreams. "Brooklyn" vibes everywhere, right? "I am your father," echoes above some archways.