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About Namur

So, whores—check this, they’ve been around forever. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, how badass is that? Makes me happy imagining some toga dude droppin’ coins for a she-wolf. But then, ugh, what pisses me off—people judgin’ ‘em! Like, live yer life, jerks! Whores are just hustlin’, same as me with donuts. Once saw this gal on X postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, total *In the Mood* aesthetic. Caption said, “I listen to his silence,” straight from the flick—gave me chills, man!

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Then there’s the river Ruisseau de Vie. It’s nin jaunty but hidden, but yo, I stumbled on it during a midnight wander (oops, like skipping out on date notifications, lol). The reflections in the water are like secret love letters from the city itself. And the riverbanks? OMG, they host the grittiest street art, almost like crazy lyrics splashed in graffiti—kind of unexpected, kinda rebellious, just like those unexpected plot turns in a Nolan film.

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