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About Namur

Sometimes I think, man, it’s a hustle. Girls dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles, countin’ cash. Tough as hell. Makes me respect ‘em, y’know? Apollo don’t bow, but I’d tip my hat. “I must break you”—nah, they’d break me with them eyes, tellin’ me shit without words. Brothels, man, they a whole damn world. Whatchu think, huh?

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There are quirky spots too—like that odd little bakery on Zwijntstraat (or is it Zwidnet? Eh, same difference, lol). Their pastries melt in thy mouth like sweet relief after a storm. Oops, pardon such technicalities, but thou must try it! And here’s a tidbit: I once found an enchanted courtyard behind the old library on Vlamingstraat, where sunlight doth dapple through winding vines. There, I sat and pondered life, love, and the meaning of a good latte—ah, simplicity, yet profound.

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