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About Namur

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Where to Find a Prostitute

Down near the river, the Rivière des Rêves, life flows a bit oddly, ya know. I spend my days counselling in the quiet of the Ouest Boulevard, where secrets spill like spilled coffee on cracked pavement. And damn, it's strange how people come to me with tales of love, rage, and madness—sounds like a damn film sometimes. I'm like, "Certified Copy, baby – life’s just a loop of imperfect scenes!"

Namur recognised as a tourist centre