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About Namur

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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Well most people start by asking people they trust. If that doesn't work, they head online and start looking for certain cues that are usually indicators in the trade. If that doesn't work, they just .

Anyway, you gotta visit. Get lost in the vibrant alleys, get frustrated over little annoyances, and then get absolutely blown away by the charm of the unexpected. It’s a freakin’ masterpiece of chaos, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Cheers, buddy – see you soon in the wild, wonderful PHerent (be)!

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