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About Namur

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Whore’s Bath—More Than Washing Your Pussy For The Next Client

I miss some old, forgotten alleys. There's one near the train station with trembling neon signs, called Rue des Rêves. I swear I found a moment of beauty there, but my gut said "sh*t." It's like every step is a battle between joy and despair. I've seen moments that remind me of that Before Sunset vibes: "Listen. We are going to do what we do because we simply have to."

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