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About Namur

Alright, listen up, you lot—I'm Cersei Lannister, Queen of cold disdain, and I’m here to spill on "whore" like it’s the juiciest gossip in King’s Landing. I’m a pro at self-determination for students, yeah? Helping those brats figure out who they are, what they want—ugh, exhausting. But "whore"? That word’s a bloody mess, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and smack someone with it.

Thema-avonden bij New Valentino

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Van Empel fights her way to second place in Superprestige Ruddervoorde