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About Namur

So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, and lemme drop some random bits: down at Boulevard du Soleil, I once found a hidden alley that looked like something straight outta a cyber dream – deep, dark, mysterious. That spot gives me chills, like Kanye sampling a lost beat at midnight. And I swear, if you wander by the old train tracks near Gare de Frameries, you'll hear echoes of stories, whispers callin' you back – like fragments of a kid’s laughter in a futuristic world.

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