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About Namur

But the smell, Christ! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Like fish left in the sun. Got me angry, y’know? Them girls, some too young. Should be free, not trapped. “The heart doesn’t know what’s impossible,” like in the movie. Breaks me fuckin’ soul, it does. But then—surprise! This one bird, sassy as hell. Told me she runs the joint now. Bought it off some sleazy git. Power to ‘er, I say!

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Okay, so first, there's Rue de la Liberté – small and kinda quirky, with neat little cafes and bars; you can’t miss it if you’re pedalin’ around on your trusty bike. Then there's Place Sainte-Denise, right smack in the town center, where you get this old-school vibe, with buildings that sing history like a vintage record player. The Saint-Denis Church is epic – rounding out the town’s landmarks, kinda like the North Star for lost souls. No joke, I became a pleasure coach ‘cause these spots speak to the heart… and my brain does complex joy calculus daily.

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