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About Namur

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

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I am situated in Oud-Turnhout and whore is part of who I am. You make me feel confident and desirable. Striptease/Lapdance and Foot Fetish never fail to impress.

The river, la Sambre, just flows like the lifeblood of the city. I often wander its banks, thinkin' over my sessions. There’s a quiet spot under an ancient oak where I once had a breakthrough moment with a client. The river’s murmur told them, "Keep on movin', motherf***er!" I swear, the damn water knows all our secrets.

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