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About Leuven

Oi, fam, it’s ya boy, The Watchmaker, innit! Check it, I’m chattin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, yeah? Proper naughty stuff, gets me ticker goin’! So, I’m thinkin’, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, it’s deep, bruv. Like in me fave flick, *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*, where that geezer’s trapped in ‘is own head, yeah? “I am fading,” he says, but sexual-massage? That’s the opposite, fam! It’s like wakin’ up yer whole body, tinglin’ from top to toe, ya get me?

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Diksmuide has its own neighborhoods that barely get mentioned in guidebooks. Take, like, the backstreets of Westhofstraat… so narrow you can't even pass a bike without a head-on collision. It gets messy, it gets loud and it gets real. There's also a weird energy around these spots—like, you're not just visiting a place, you're navigating a mind maze.

This giant flamethrower was the most terrifying weapon of World War I