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About Namur

What gets me goin’—the smells! Stale ale, cheap perfume, unwashed arse—makes ya gag, but it’s alive, raw. Varda’d say, “Beauty’s in the scraps.” She’s right—there’s somethin’ real in that mess. Once saw a bloke propose in a brothel—drunk as a skunk, down on one knee, girl laughed so hard she cried. Happy tears? Sad ones? Buggered if I know—made me grin tho.

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Ahhh, dear friend, hark and hearken unto my tale of Anhee (be)! 'Tis a city of wonder and madness, a realm where soul doth dance with spirit, and yes, it's as if the Dark Knight himself whispered, "Why so serious?" in every shadowed alley. Now, let me spill the beans in true Shakespearean slang, erratic and raw – forgive mine own imperfect haste...

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