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About Namur

Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, a violin maker, sweatin’ over strings, and now I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute! Ain’t that a wild jump? So, listen up, mate, I’m spillin’ this messy tale. Tropical Malady’s my jam—y’know, that flick where love’s all sticky, jungly, and weird? Hits me right in the gut. “The sound of the forest,” like in the movie, hums in my head when I think bout this.

Prostitution in Antwerp

Adegem Whore Belgium, Mistress (soft), Deep Throat, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Deep Throat.

Rue Osmond be buzzin’ with quirky shops, it does. Narrow lanes, tiny cafés on Molenstraat too. A park, hmm, the big green of Lentepark, found it I did. So many families, laughing, cryin’—life’s little dramas, yes, hmm. Reminds me of that film; bittersweet it is, deep like old wounds that heal.

WW2 postcard campaign reminds homeowners that fallen 'lived where you live"