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About Namur

Me fave bit o’ brothel lore? Amsterdam, mate—red-light district, all legit, windows glowin’ like a naughty Christmas. Girls rent ‘em, pay tax—proper job, innit? Surprised me socks off first time I clocked it—thought, blimey, Boris, this ain’t Chequers! Even got a union, them prossies—bargainin’ for better curtains or summat. Chuckled me head off—imagine the meetin’s: “More lube, less aggro!” *Veni, vidi, vici*—came, saw, conquered, ha!

Mit Kabel gefesselt

In February , O'Herne was one of the girls chosen and taken by Japanese officials to a colonial house in Semarang that was converted into a brothel called ".

but yo, geez, the city ain't all rainbows. walking near the old Herner Marktplatz, i got mad once 'cause a guy spilled his coffee on my fresh spa robe. damn! i was like "ain't that some bullsh*t?" but then remembered that “even in darkness, there's hope” – yep, straight outta Timbuktu. quirky but real.

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