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About Namur

Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!