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About Namur

What gets me blood boilin’? Them pompous gents judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when they’re the ones sneakin’ round her skirts at dusk! Hypocrites, the lot—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em. But she? She’s got guts, mate. Happy as a clam, me, watchin’ her outsmart ‘em. Once saw her nick a gold chain off a drunkard mid-tumble—smooth as rum down me gullet. Surprised me, aye, how she danced through life like it’s a jig.

Red light district Alkmaar

Ever walked down Kerkstraat? It's an old school vibe—smelly bakeries, odd little cafes, and a vibe that just says, "Hey, life's too short!" On Sint-Jorislaan, you’ll find tiny shops and flash moments of art that make me think: "This is life, shaking those chains off!" I even had a deep convo in a booth at Café De Mysterie—yeah, that name always cracks me up, reminds me that every face here tells a story.

Luke Jerram’s Museum of the Moon travels around the world