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About Namur

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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I dig every quirky nook – like that funky building on Noordlaan where graffiti shouts stories of old. Ain’t no perfect art here, and honestly, sometimes the chaos makes my heart lighter. I swear, each massage I give, every cuss, and giggle reminds me that Zichem’s pulse is as raw and real as in that movie, darlin’.

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