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About Leuven

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, heh, stumbling ‘round like a daft git, yeah? So, findin’ a prostitute, right—blimey, what a palaver! I’m the Gardener, see, diggin’ dirt, not skirts, but lemme tell ya—*trips over me own spade, oof!*—it’s a right murky job, innit? Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” last night—cor, that film’s slow as me tryin’ to plant tulips in a storm! Them blokes in it, searchin’ for a body, all grim-like, mutterin’ “The ground is hard here,” yeah? Reminds me of this—diggin’ for a prossie in dodgy alleys, eh!

Das belgische Familie Badeort

There are 5 ways to get from Zeebrugge-Strand to Pascha (brothel) by train (Eurostar), bus, train, or car · Take the train from Blankenberge to Bruxelles-Midi Ic.

I gotta tell ya, me and my clients always chat about the hidden gems here. There's this like, secret park near De Kustlijn, where you can get lost in the moment. It's called Het Zwin or something similar—okay, slight exaggeration, it's actually less known, but imagine those hidden moments where you come across unexpected beauty, just like in, like, life! Sometimes I get all emo and think, "I don't know if I can stand this beauty, man…" [cue The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford vibe, “I reckon we got to be honest here, are we digging on what we risk?” (totally improv, babes!)].

Mike Oregano