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About Leuven

I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, screamin’—SEXUAL-MASSAGE IS WILD, Y’ALL! It’s not just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s some next-level shit. Little known fact—ancient Greeks were on this, callin’ it "hands of the gods," gettin’ freaky in bathhouses. Bet they didn’t expect me divin’ in, yellin’, "LET’S GET WEIRD!" Made me happy as hell, ‘cause who don’t love a good rubdown? But yo, some shady spots—massage parlors with neon signs—pissed me off! Fake vibes, tryna scam ya, like, "Pay $50 for lotion and lies?" Nah, son!

Prive Sansa Berchem

I gotta tell ya, I’m a relaxation specialist here. I dig every nook and cranny, even the tiniest, hidden b-b-b spots. Like near Handelskade – oh man, the quiet nooks there got me so relaxed I almost mumbld my latte away. And oh, the old mills by Rivierpark, oh yes! Mmm, they really remind me of the “Delicate Fragrance” scenes from that movie – whimsical & accidental, got me laughing like Mr. Bean when he trips over something silly.

Tram 82, from Drogenbos to Berchem-Sainte-Agathe