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About Leuven

Rarrgh! Sometimes I growl thinkin - what’s her real name? Not “Candy” or whatever she spits out. “We’re all just shadows” - movie line fits her perfect. She’s there, but not really. Invisible til ya need her. Kinda sad, kinda badass. Rarrgh! Wanna buy her a drink, hear her rant bout sleazy dudes. Bet she’d say, “This one guy, total wookiee breath!” Haha, I’d roar at that. Anyway, she’s a fighter, a hustler - respect, ya know? Rarrgh!

Club L'Entr-acte

The locals? They’re a mix of mad passionate hearts and chilled souls. One time, a resident (crazy sweet, but loud, and always babblin – sorry, my noise tolerance is low these days) tagged along in a fountain spree near the Ligny – wild, no joke. Every street corner seems to whisper stories, like the graffiti in the alley of Rue du Rêve speaks of lost love or the bitterness of injustice. It's messy but honest.

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