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About Namur

Me fave bit? The stories they tell, mate. One bird said she had a lord come in, cryin bout his wife, then shagged her silly – hypocritical twat! “What is the use of a book?” – like in the flick, y’know, all these rules and masks, but brothel strips it bare. Raw, messy, human. Gets me thinkin – are we all just lost in the labyrinth, chasin summat?

Belgium to Turn Abandoned Hangar Into a Brothel

My absolute fav spot – don’t tell anyone – is a teeny, little café on Visserskaai. Its vibe is all artsy and raw. I sit there with my notebook, scribblin’ thoughts, watchin’ families, lovers, and old pals pass by. It’s like a live therapy session on the spot. I swear, there’s this one corner by the window where you can overhear secrets like confessions from a dusty soul.

Seafront healing: Marvin Gaye museum mooted in Belgian town he loved