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About Namur

I remember this one time, yeah? In Vegas, lookin’ for a bit of company after a mission. Found this bird—called herself Candy. Swear she was straight outta *Shame*. “You’re not my brother,” she says, laughin’, quotin’ the movie like she knew it. Had me in stitches! Turned out, she’d been in the game years, knew every trick. Told me ‘bout “girlfriend experiences”—where they act all lovey-dovey, not just a quick shag. Cost a fortune, mind. Surprised me, that did—thought it was all cold transactions.

Russian Introductions Gent

Every day I get grumpier watching kids skate on the cracked pavement of Weststraat; they whirl around like life’s spineless rattlesnakes. But then there's a gem – a little cafe on Kiezelstraat. I sometimes pause there. Their coffee’s decent, no pretense. The owner always grumbles like me. I murmur, "I hate everything." And he chuckles. Sorta warms me up.

Babousch continues her petition for the preservation of De Lijn bus line to Lochristi Crematorium