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About Namur

Whores got stories, tho – not just filth. Heard ‘bout one in France, right, 1600s, called Ninon – posh whore, yeh, slept with kings, then wrote books! Books, I tell ya! Made me happy, that – brains and bed skills, ha! Stupid fat hobbit wouldn’t get it, too busy eatin’. She’d say, “Love’s a season,” like the movie, yeh – spring’s hot, then winter freezes yer bits off. Surprised me, that did – whores bein’ smart? Wild!

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

Jane's music comes across as a frustrated but beautiful voice riding on an interesting mix of samples, drums, and loops. Using effects to mimic.

Man, sometimes the noise from the busy Marktplein drives me nuts. It’s constant, repeating, repetitive… just like that spinning top in Inception. But that chaos? It fuels me, gives me energy for my pleasure coach gig. I see details others miss, like tiny cracks in facades. So trippy, never enough layers.

Honorary doctorates for Belgian virologist Marc van Ranst and German Arabist Beatrice Gründler