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About Namur

Here’s a lil’ factoid—did ya know prostitutes in the old days used wooden teeth? Swear it’s true, saw it on some sketchy X post. Imagine that, clackin’ dentures while workin’ the corner! Candy didn’t have that, but damn, she needed somethin’. I’m sittin’ there, drill buzzin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, ain’t she?” Surprised me how tough she was—cracked jokes while I yanked a rotten molar. “Pain’s my day job,” she says, winkin’. I bout lost it—sassy as hell!

Transport from airports

I gotta say, it's all unpredictable. Streets sometimes twist, like my rhymes: cut off, raw emotion! One minute you’re on a slow ride talkin’ “In the Mood for Love, man...” and the next you’re bouncin’ through lively blocks, smokin’ stars and sayin’ "tsss, too real, bro!"

Brussels terror suspect shot dead in Schaerbeek café