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About Namur

Weird thing—brothels got this smell. Sweat, cheap perfume, despair—sticks in ya nose! Ever notice that? Prolly not, fools too busy starin’. “I’m not a sinner,” Ida says—bull! We all sinnin’, just some get paid for it. Mr. T’s mind spins—choppin’ pork, thinkin’ deep. Exaggeratin’ here, but brothels feel like prisons with lipstick! Angry at the system, man—who lets this roll?

Key takeaways

Mandy K. and the unnamed woman, who were underaged and forced into prostitution when working in a Leipzig brothel, are accused of defaming police officers.

And there's, er, some unexpected twists too. I wandered through some side alleys, and every corner got personality. Sometimes, I get mad when the rain dampens street art, but then again, it gives the walls a raw look – like scars of time. Ain't that somethin'? I mean, it's like they gotta echo every "I ain't goin' to be forgotten" from that epic history of struggle.

Musical Improvisation in the Baroque Era Fulvia Morabito, ed. Turnhout: Brepols, 2019 pp. xvi + 405, ISBN 978 2 503 58369 3