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About Namur

Weird history bit—ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howling loud. Kinda badass, right? Makes ya think—prostitution’s old as stars. Gets me emotional, tho—some girls trapped. Pisses me off, galaxy’s unfair. “There’s no mercy,” I hiss—*Melancholia* again. Still, some choose it, power move. Respect that hustle, yo.

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And omg – the river Lutt that gently flows past the edge of town – it's a constant reminder of how life’s always in motion. I’ve had deep convos there. Sometimes I even half expect a random stranger to yell, “I can see Russia from my house!” like a callback to pure lunacy. LOL.