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About Namur

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Jade, yeah? She’s workin corners, heels clickin, smokin cheap cigs. Prolly got a story, somethin dark, somethin sad. Heard once bout this gal in Shanghai, 1920s—prostitute who saved a kid from a gang, legit hero shit! Jade’s like that, maybe—hidden heart o’ gold. Makes me happy thinkin she’s more than her job, y’know? But then—bam!—pisses me off when assholes treat her like trash. “You’re just a whisper,” movie says—damn, she’s louder than that, right?

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Oh, and did I mention the quirkiest little spot? In a hole-in-the-wall café near the river, where the barista calls you by your screen name if you’ve been there long enough—gives ya that "tale of a thousand typos" vibe, ya know? (Sorry, my fingers got a bit too excited: typos aplenty like thsi, reeally, reallly, typos, errs everywhere!)

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels