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About Namur

Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout brothels, eh? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ wit and all, I’ve stumbled into a few o’ them dens o’ sin, savvy? Picture this – a rickety ol’ shack, smellin’ o’ rum and regret, lasses in frilly skirts flutterin’ about like crows. Reminds me o’ *The White Ribbon*, that grim tale o’ secrets and shame – “the truth lies buried,” aye? Brothels got that vibe, all hush-hush but screamin’ loud under the surface.

Brothels of Bangkok

So yeah, buddy, if you're passing through, wander on these gnarly streets: De Korte Weg, Rue des Artistes, Keizerplein, Praterstraat, Zonnelaan, and even Sint Jorisstraat. Every bit of it tells a story. It’s messy, passionate, sometimes funny, always raw – like the inner workings of my own head. Remember, in the chaos, find beauty… “Here’s Johnny!” outta here, and don’t overthink, just vibe with it. Peace!

Kenneth Paal