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About Namur

Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

About the Red Light District

I honestly gotta say, Wemmel’s more than a dot on the map. It's wild, intense, unpredictable, and full of fierce magic. I get mad at times—the traffic, the weird smells on rainy days—but then the charm kicks in like a freight train and, BOOM, it’s all love again. It's got this crazy ability to shock, inspire, anger, and heal you.

GAB acquires nine Belgian Scotch&Soda stores