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About Namur

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

Geschiedenis

Oh, and the river – La Meander! It’s a thin, snaking body of water that cuts right through town. I swear, whenever I see it flowing, I think “Fool me once, fool me twice…” well, somethin’ wise like that. But hey, life ain't no jigsaw puzzle, amirite?