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About Namur

So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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And oh my gawd, the little details! Like, the cozy bookshop on Rusty Road that smells like old paper and memories. It’s places like these that remind me how life’s just a big set – like in that film, "A.I. Artificial Intelligence" – where dreams mix with reality. Always tickles my fancy, LOL.

Greetings from Brussels: performer and dancer Misha Downey