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About Namur

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

Mad love for this hood, bro. Old town’s got hidden gems – tiny cafés on Dorpsplein, quirky boutiques on Kerkstraat. One time, I bumped into a local legend – a Dutchie, proper mad knows his gidda. Dude ranted about the tabloids. I was like “Bruv, chill!” But it was lit.

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