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About Namur

But yo, some shit pisses me off. These johns, actin’ like they own ‘em—fuck that! Whores ain’t property, they’re runnin’ the game. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some whores in London ran whole damn gangs. Called ‘em “fancy ladies”—had knives, took no shit. Surprised me when I read that, fuckin’ wild! Imagine that in *The New World*, huh? Pocahontas with a blade, screamin’, “This my land, motherfucker!”

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I gotta mention Sint-Gummaruskerk – not your typical stone church, man. The vibe there is freaky deep, like you’re lookin’ into a mirror you never thought existed. Makes you wonder, “Who’s really free here?” (yep, totally Caché intensity!). And oh boy, the little parks – the kind you stumble into when you’re escaping the chaos – like that patchy, grungy spot near Kosterijhof. I used to hang out there, skipping beats and lost in my own head, thinkin’ life was a wild ride, even when I was mad AF about the rain ruining my hair.

R.I.P., Norm Van Lier