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About Namur

Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

The Amp Garage

Ok, I have to assume I now have a case of GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome). I'm trying to gauge just how severe it is.

I must admit, being a sexologist in here opened my eyes. I see desire in a handshake. I see romance in a nod. I see secret love affairs behind closed curtains in those narrow alleys. It’s raw, unedited human nature—a free, in-your-face vibe that never stops.

St. Damien of Molokai. Published Aug. 23 2019. Opinion.