Sarah Sint Katelijne Waver Whore ❤️

About Namur

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

Economic activities

Man, you gotta cruise down Langestraat. That place got these old brick buildings with graffiti vibes and locals who know their biz. I always get a kick outta that spot, like, “Yo, there's more to life than just reason.” Sounds deep, huh? Then there’s Julianastraat – not the prettiest, but it got character. As a masseur, I’m all about feeling the pulse of the streets. Like sometimes, I’m out my shop on Molenstraat, feeling the hum, listening to secrets of the pavement through my fingers, you know?

Tornado destroys Belgium tomato greenhouse