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About Namur

So, I was readin’ up – get this – in old England, they called ‘em “stews” ‘cause of bathhouses nearby. Steamy, huh? Cracked me up! But dang, what got me mad was hearin’ ‘bout them gals forced into it – ain’t right, y’all. Breaks my heart, thinkin’ they’re trapped, like Władysław in them ruins. “Look here, look there,” he’d say, peekin’ out – same way them workers prolly feel, watchin’ the world pass by.

What is a brothel?

Go to the foundry and give the receipt to the clerk Nadilin. You get an unfolding portal that is the door to Ravel's maze.

You gotta check the local market at Molenstraat. It’s bustling, chaotic, and whirly like a quantum particle dance. Some peeps say it's a secret portal to another dimension. Nah, just a chill vibe with delicious waffles, but hey, who knows? I was super stoked.

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