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About Namur

My fave movie’s *Inglourious Basterds*, hell yeah, Tarantino’s a genius! Whores in that flick? Not really, but imagine Shosanna as one—ha! She’d be all, “This is the face of Jewish vengeance,” while flippin’ tricks in that cinema. Badass, right? But real whores? They ain’t that cool. This one time, I heard ‘bout a whore in old Denver—true story, swear to God—she’d hide cash in her damn corset, like 1800s style, and once stabbed a dude with a hairpin! Freakin’ wild, huh? Bet she’d say, “Each and every one of you deserves this!” like Aldo the Apache, stabbin’ Nazis.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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So yeah, that's my tale of PMalonne. It's a damn eclectic mix of vibrant streets, quiet corners, and endless surprises. Just like “Amélie”—quirky, spontaneous, and full of wonder. Life here is wild. Embrace it, live it, and never forget: “Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.” Err, I mean—know your role, enjoy your soul, and stay chill, buddy. Peace out!

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