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About Namur

My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

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By my troth, every alley holds secrets. I once strolled past a quirky little bakery on Zomerstraat, where I overheard a tale of rebellious love—a scandal, they said, in hushed tones. No lie, it made my heart race and my head spin like in a surreal montage.

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