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About Namur

So, picture this: I’m strollin downtown, air smells like piss and desperation. I’m lookin for a pro, someone who knows the game. Not these fake-ass posers, nah, I want the real deal. Back in the 80s, they say cops used to bust girls by askin em to flash – if they did, bam, arrested! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, thinkin how dumb some laws are. But now? It’s all sneaky, underground – ya gotta know where to look.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

And let’s not forget the crazy tiny river that flows by Quai des Rêves. It’s a trickle most days, but on wild afternoons, it bursts with energy like someone cranked the volume up a hundred notches. The locals say it’s magical, but let’s be honest, it’s just water and old stories swirling around. Ever since I started my gig, every muscle rub feels like a whisper of those untold histories.

Milan, restoration of the Sala delle Asse at the Castello Sforzesco approved