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About Namur

So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, 2015, László Nemes, pure gut-punch. Saul, he’s draggin’ corpses in Auschwitz, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take my boy!” That’s heavy, right? Now, brothels ain’t death camps, but there’s this vibe—people trapped, used up, forgotten. Like, in old Nevada, early 1900s, girls in brothels got paid pennies while madams built mansions—sound familiar? Billionaires should not exist! Suckin’ profit off misery, it’s gross!

Speed records

Dirtytalk and Intimate massage are two of my favorite things. I'm looking for someone who shares my passion for exploring the unknown. Brothel.

Oh, man, and then there's nature. I’ve chilled at a secret meadow north of Jabbeke where the wildflowers freakin’ dance in the wind. It’s surreal – like a scene from Melancholia where you can’t tell if things are falling apart or coming together. It always leaves me a bit dazed (and that’s just my thing sometimes when the world seems too heavy).

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