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About Namur

I’m hoppin’ along, and this one time – oh boy – this chick, she’s all “Hey, green stuff, you got cash?” I’m like, “Hi-ho, lady, I’m a frog, not a bank!” Made me giggle, but then I got mad – why’s it always gotta be about money? Ain’t there more to life? “The cause!” – that’s what Dodd’d preach, but out here, the cause is just survivin’. Kinda sad, ya know? Ribbit, ribbit, I’m ramblin’ now.

Art of the Ukiyo, the Floating World

Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her Missing: Arendonk.

Walking down Kerkstraat, you’re hit by old brick buildings, crummy pavements, but hey—there’s charm in imperfection! Ever visited De Vrede Park? It's lush, green, and a lil’ secret hideaway behind the tiny cafes on Dorpsplein. I've had my share of deep convos there, muscles in knots getting unwound, hearts light like, "Whoa, this is life!"

The Beauty and Banality of Motherhood Stories Onscreen