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About Namur

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

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The vibe is raw: a mix of artsy flair and real-life hustle. Sometimes, when I’m settin’ up my spa’s ambient music, I'll gaze out to the old church steeple on Sint-Maartensstraat and realize how poetic it all is… like life’s a jump cut of emotions! Yeah, it might sound offbeat, but it is. I even laugh at myself, thinkin’ “Holy Motors!” every time I catch a glimmer of the unexpected beauty here.

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