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About Namur

Real talk, whores got stories, fam. Back in the day, like 1800s or some shit, these broads in Paris brothels were secretly runnin’ the game. Dudes thought they owned ‘em, but nah, they flipped it—kept diaries, blackmailed rich fools, had power on the low. Ain’t that slick? Sneaky as hell, got me grinnin’ like, “Fo’ shizzle, that’s gangsta!”

Actualités

The neighborhoods? Oh boy, let me spill it out – Les Cœurs Brisés is kinda rough sometimes. I admit I was mad there once; noise, inconvienent street parties, and a wild dog or two! But even there, every corner’s got a story. And then there's Le Quai des Âmes along the river, where families picnic and old couples take long, slow walks. I once saw an old man cry on a bench – got real emotional, like a scene straight out of a movie. I was thinkin’, "Man, life is deep."

Saving Van Gogh’s home from dereliction