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About Namur

I’m a carpenter, so I notice shit. Them creaky beds? Shoddy work, man, plywood crap—I’d build ‘em sturdier. Last week, I saw this john hagglin’—pissed me off! Pay the girls, asshole, they ain’t here for charity! Little fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels. Escape routes for rich pricks. Wild, right? Imagine carvin’ that wood—sweat and secrets.

Sex work in Brussels: how prostitution ended up in the Aarschotstraat

The town’s a mix—a mix, mix, mix! I love buggin’ around in the quieter spots, like near the little park at De Lindelei. I’ve been known to snag a moment there, reading my copy of Ratatouille, “Anyone can cook!” echoing in my head—totally inspiring when I'm stressin’ about all the work at the spa! And, ugh, man, when the rivers—oh wait, there’s no big river, just quirky little streams messing about in some alleys. But still, it's the vibe that makes me smile.

Train collides with De Lijn bus at full speed in Flanders