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About Namur

Here’s a quirky bit—ever know whores used to wear red shoes? Like, medieval times, secret code! Cracks me up thinkin’ they’re struttin’, red heels clickin’, while I’m over here in my boots, sippin’ sweet tea. Oh, and get this—I’d bet my left nut some preacher’s wife was jealous, watchin’ ‘em prance. Hah! “Bin Laden’s dead!” vibes—whores outlast the haters, y’all.

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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