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About Namur

Love the vibe tho—chaotic, like *Holy Motors*, y’know? “Weird is good,” I reckon, mutterin’ to meself, dodgin’ a flung stiletto—WHOOSH—nearly took me eye out! Angry? Yeah, when some toff stinks o’ gin an’ grabs too much—oi, hands off, mate! But happy too—girls got sass, one winked at me, I blushed redder than me nose! Surprised? Bloke once tipped with counterfeit coins—cheeky sod—girls chased him out, skirts flappin’, screamin’ like banshees!

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I run my spa near Place des Rêves, a chill lil' square with benches, trees, and that awesome fountain that makes my heart go boom-boom. Sometimes I wonder, seriously, is mayonnaise an instrument? (Classic Patrick, right?) I swear, every time I get a massage, I dream of that movie. It’s all trippy and weird, like you’re in a dream where your past lives talk to ya, but also you're like, “Yo, relax, dude!”

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