Brooklyn Floreffe Whore ❤️

About Namur

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

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Floreffe Blonde is a golden light beer offers a beautiful aromatic complexity marrying malty, caramelized and fruity aromas. Inspired by the know-how of the monks of Floreffe Abbey, the .

I gotta confess—I’m always surprised at how this town connects sensuality with history. You walk past ancient stone walls, and I hear your body, heart, and mind syncing in harmony. Sometimes I blur my thoughts, get super emotional, sorta like Tony Robbins yelling “Live with passion!” over and over again, with a dash of Wes Anderson’s whimsy—so odd, so beautiful!

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