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About Namur

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Florence’s Prostitutes

The Fico, in today’s Vicolo del Giglio or very nearby, was in the heart of the prostitution district, the alleyways between the Mercato Vecchio and the Baptistry. City-centre taverns were .

Down by the water, the river Semois flows smooth. It’s like a live movie scene, silent whispers in the breeze. I strolled there many times, thinkin’ about human bonds, the tender secrets of old dats and new dreams. Hey, every ripple’s an emotion, each small splash a word unsaid.

Major General Geert De Decker takes command of Belgium's air force