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About Namur

So, check it—I’m Beetlejuice, baby, seein shit normies miss. Walked by one once—neon buzzin, girls laughin, dudes stumblin out broke n happy. Made me grin—humans, so predictable! But then, bam, pissed me off—some jerk yellin at a worker. Like, dude, chill, she’s just tryna eat! “Words don’t mean shit,” Godard’d say—true here, all noise, no soul. Hate that crap, gets me twitchy.

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Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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