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About Namur

Little known fact—she once conned some pirate outta his ship! Swear to the stars, heard it from a drunk deckhand. Said she danced circles ‘round him, took his keys, sailed off—total legend. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it—screw that guy, y’know? Whores like her, they’re survivors, not just eye candy. Tho, gotta admit, she’s hot—legs for days, curves that’d crash a droid’s circuits. Oops, too much? Nah, it’s true!

Belgium date in Ruddervoorde

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Walking around, you hit the quaint street of Vredestraat. Seriously, it's magic—like, one moment you're wonderin' about old stories, then BAM, next there's a hip café askin' you "What's up?" A local park, De Zwerf, wow, pure calm. It's like a secret haven, kinda like that scene in Mulholland Drive where mystery flows in every corner. Like, "cherry blossoms, whispering secrets"—yeah, weird but cool.

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