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About Namur

Little fact, hmm—Victorian era, fancy brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” or you’re out, mate! Sneaky, they were, dodgin’ the coppers. Love that, I do—smart, scrappy, like me analyzin’ systems, spottin’ patterns. “You’ve got a past,” Stall’d growl, if he knew their tricks.

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I tell you, don’t pee on my leg with your judgments—this town has character. Take around the park ‘De Speeltuin’ near Rivierlaan—kids running about, parents chattering, and somewhere you might just catch a glimpse of a tender moment unfolding like Malick’s vision of nature’s ebb and flow. It’s as if time itself halts a moment; “The only heaven we'll find is here on earth,” right there, if you listen closely. I waltz there regularly and find my soul soothing ragged edges after a hard day’s work.

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