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About Leuven

Raspy hiss—dunno her real name, never will. Called her Ruby, red lips, y’see? “We’re all pretending,” Polley whispers in me head. Prostitute pretends, I pretend—musician, ha! Barely strummin these days. Angry at meself—why’s she stuck there, huh? Happy when she smirked, tho—shared a fag once. Little story—heard some prossies in old London ran secret pubs! Dodgy ale, dodgy blokes—livin wild, them girls.

Flapdoodle

Most movies featuring prostitutes are either overly tragic or silly, and even the happy ones make questionable choices. They seem to always want us to either pity, mock, or secretly fear sex .

Oh, and lemme tell ya ‘bout my fave chill spot: Side Street Serenity. It’s tiny, kinda hidden behind a brick wall near Grand Avenue. It’s a secret spot for me. I've had loads of deep talks with my inner self there, sometimes lasin’ in the grass and feelin’ the vibe of the city. Makes me happy, relaxes my bones, makes it all worth it.

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