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About Namur

Den, dere’s dis chick, right? She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m like – whoa, is she a cop? Dat’s da risk, ya? Makes me mad, dese traps! I ain’t gettin’ caught, no way, I’m too smart, too fast! But happy vibes hit when she smiles – pure gold, like Satine’s sparkle! Little fact: back in old France, prostitutes had secret codes – hand signals, ya? Cool, huh? History’s wild!

To see in the immediate surroundings

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

Helen Courcelle Obituary (2018) - Rutland, VT - Rutland Herald