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About Namur

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! Naaasal voice kickin’ in, heh! Ya know, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *A Serious Man*, that Coen brothers’ gem, and it’s like—whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, “something mysterious is goin’ on,” as Larry Gopnik’d say, and I’m noddin’ along, ‘cause whores got that vibe! I mean, not the literal ones—well, maybe—but the whole idea, y’know? Sells sex, sass, and a lotta “oy vey” drama!

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My spa? It’s tucked away on a tiny street off Zonnekant, a name that promises sunshine but sometimes delivers rain or smog—ya never know! I always say: “I can see Russia from my house!” cuz sometimes you just gotta hyperbolize, right? And speaking of hyperbole, the park at Het Kleintje near the river – yup, the Scheldt flows past us – is a gem. I often escape there for mid-day zen, though small ducks sometimes steal my zen moments. Annoying duck drama, seriously.

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