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About Namur

So, I’m muckin’ about, peekin’ down alleys—*mimes binoculars, trips again*—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. Heart’s goin’ *thump-thump*, like I’m Dae-su Oh countin’ days in that cell! “Whether it’s a grain or a rock,” mate, I’m thinkin’, “I’m takin’ a chance!” She’s proper fit, but—*leans in, whispers*—I’m skint! No dosh! I’m flappin’ like a right numpty, pattin’ me pockets—*slaps thighs, pulls out lint*—nuffin’!

Volgende activiteiten

Honestly, I get emotional every time I think of Erps-Kwerps. It’s a mix of chaos and order, a beat-up love story on every corner. Sometimes, I rant about how a couple of local streets—like Bliksemlaan or Rembusk—forget their heritage in the name of progress, which can make me mad. Really, mad like a cat with cold milk. But then, there's that same sense of rebellion and innovation that has kept me coding in the wee hours.

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