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About Namur

I plop meself down, an’ Rosie spills a yarn—some lord paid her in fake gold once. Fake! Got me blood boilin’—cheatin’ a workin’ gal? That’s lower than a bilge rat! But then, she winks, says she swapped it fer real coin off a drunk. Crafty lass! “This is my city,” she boasts, echoin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger—made me grin wide. Brothels, see, they’re chaos—raw, messy, like them favela shootouts. An’ I love it! The thrill, the danger—keeps ye sharp!

The history of brothels

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Grobbendonk, my dear friend—this town is wit so many quirks, like a twist in a Taylor Swift song. First off, there's that chill street, Kerkstraat, ya kno it? It’s where the heart of the town beats, kinda like a pulse. I run my little diff spa there on Ruststraat (I think, sorta, I swear that name's right), and across the road there's this old bakery that smells like memories and warm bread, omg so nostalgic.

McCain Foods Belgium to close Grobbendonk Potato Specialties Production