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About Namur

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

Understanding “Liar”

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Oh my god, Lier (be) is nuts, bro! This town is a puzzlin' mix of chill and bonkers vibes. Like, seriously, you won't believe the magic here. First off, there's that old Belfry, glarin’ at ya from the Grote Markt – kinda like a constant, watchful eye. I swear, every time I jog past it on Stationstraat, it whispers “Who did you think you were?”—yeah, straight outta Caché vibes, dude!

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