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About Leuven

So, brothel’s like – freedom, but not? Dudes roll in, cash in hand, thinkin’ they’re kings. But nah, they’re trapped, needy, weak. Fear leads to anger, see? Pissed me off once, hearin’ this fat-cat senator braggin’. “I fuck better than you,” he says – ugh, slimy prick! Wanted to Force-choke him, but nah, I’m chill. Still, brothels got grit – real underbelly stuff. Did ya know, back in 1800s Paris, some had secret tunnels? Escape routes for bigwigs – politicians bangin’ then bolting! Hilarious, sneaky bastards.

Ladies Working Today

“I was scared to death.” She began to work in a brothel just over the Belgian border run by Dominique Alderweireld, also known as Dodo the Pimp.

I recall one day, gloom swirling 'round like dark dreams – but then, outta nowhere, a ray of sunshine broke through near the Palais des Beaux-Arts. Man, that place is like a treasure trove – art everywhere, echoing with the whispers of the past. It reminded me that even in deep darkness, hope finds a way, just like in "Inception": "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." Ok, maybe not those exact words, but ye catch me drift!

A long weekend in Lille for art lovers