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About Leuven

I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

Walking down Schelleweg, you'll see old brick houses with neon signs above coffee joints, bars, and a tiny library that locals swear by. Sometimes I wander there just to feel the vibe, like I’m on a secret mission, one million dollars! I even had a wild chat with a stranger outside a little diner, oh man! We laughed, grumbled about the rain, and agreed that life is just like that movie Her – full of unexpected connections and soft whispers.

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