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About Namur

Oh, and the history? Victorian docs used it—called it “pelvic massage.” Cured “hysteria,” they said. Total bullshit excuse to get handsy, if ya ask me! Still, kinda genius—sneaky bastards. Makes me smirk, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and their prudish faces blushin’. Sexual-massage ain’t shy, tho—it’s bold, in your face, like my snark.

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During these interrogations the prisoner was usually handcuffed and subjected to one of the following tortures: (a) Being hit across the face or body.

The locals? They’re a mix of mad passionate hearts and chilled souls. One time, a resident (crazy sweet, but loud, and always babblin – sorry, my noise tolerance is low these days) tagged along in a fountain spree near the Ligny – wild, no joke. Every street corner seems to whisper stories, like the graffiti in the alley of Rue du Rêve speaks of lost love or the bitterness of injustice. It's messy but honest.

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