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About Namur

Whores got layers, folks. Ain’t just sex – it’s power, it’s grit. Like in “Ten,” when that gal says, “You’re the customer, I’m the goods.” Hits ya hard, right? I read somewhere – little known fact – oldest job ever, goin’ back to Mesopotamia or some crap. Whores were priestesses once! How’s that for a twist? Blows my mind – sacred to sinful, just like that. Makes me wonder, y’know, what’s the real sin here?

Saturday morning courier., March 03, 1894, Image 2

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

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