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About Namur

So, listen up, I roll in, right? Place is dark, smoky, girls loungin’ like they own it. One chick, swear to God, looked like she could scalp a bastard with her heels—straight outta Tarantino’s playbook. “Vhat do you vant?” she says, all sassy. Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy! I’m thinkin’, “This is my kinda party, mang!” Happy as hell, ‘cause I love a dame who don’t take shit.

The history of brothels

brothel. 3. Any person who shall appear, act, or behave as master or mistress, or as the person having the care, government, or management of any brothel, shall be deemed and taken to be .

You see, bein' a sexologist here? It makes me notice the subtle glances, the bathedral vibe of the lovers sittin' on benches by the river. People reveal their innermost thoughts in corners of Retie no one else really sees. I often wonder if the city itself gets in on the act, whisperin’ secrets into the bricks of the old town hall on Kerkstraat. It’s like every nook hides a personal anecdote, like a confessional booth in a stained-glass window.

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