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About Namur

I seen it, yeh, creepin’ round shadows – whores got stories, precious, wild ones! One time, heard ‘bout this gal, Maria, down Rio way – not her real name, nah, who cares? She was tradin’ tricks to feed her kid, gutsy as Lil’ Zé, that mad bastard. “I’m the king ‘round here,” he’d scream – but Maria, she ruled quiet-like, sneaky. Made me happy, yeh, seein’ her outsmart the pigs, but pissed me off too – world’s cruel, innit?

Escorts in Le Havre

Most of them do not know my name but that does not matter because to them, I am a whore. I was named after the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi.

I gotta say, sometimes things frustrate me too. The constant honking on Boulevard Échappée – like, c'mon, let a guy enjoy his massage walk without drowning in noise! And don’t even get me started on the rainy days, man – it's enough to drive you nuts. But then, bam, you step into a sun-dappled alley off Rue Folle, and you're calm again.

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