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About Namur

So, I knew this one gal—true story—worked the corner near my shop. Called her Ruby, red hair, legs for days. She’d flirt with my delivery guy, poor schmuck blushed every time! Made me laugh, but damn, it pissed me off too—guys treated her like trash. Once saw a jerk toss a buck at her feet, like she’s a dog. I yelled, “Hey, asshole, she’s worth more than your cheap suit!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA! Ruby winked at me, said, “Thanks, stove lady.” Warmed my heart, ya know?

History of Criminal Law in the Southern Netherlands and Belgium (1400-2000)

When he runs out of money, he leaves her. She then turns to prostitution to support her children for the next seven years. One day, she is near her old convent.

Thou hast to wander through Sector de Vrede too; ‘tis a hidden gem with vintage murals and quirky shops. I oft pause there, feeling as if I were a frail actor on a transcendent stage, where "the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist" – that line, oh so profound and often echoing in mine ears!

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