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About Namur

Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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The local landmark – oh boy, the Belfry of Oedelem stands tall, staring down at ya like it’s judging your every misstep. “A mere relic” you might say, but I've spent many a zen minute near its base, letting it remind me that even ancient, grumpy things can inspire calm. It’s like that line from The Secret in Their Eyes... “I dreamt of a summer night,” except here ya dream of cloudy days and a slightly persistent drizzle. Classic, innit?

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