Lily Frameries Brothel ❤️

About Namur

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a fisherman, right? Alien fisherman, crash-landed here, fishin’ for weird shit. Brothel’s this freaky-ass fish, mate! Not the sexy kinda brothel, nah, mispelled that—brotHel, see? It’s a damn fish stew, French vibes, messy as hell. Tastes like ocean tears, bruv, I swear! Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*, ya know? “Fish are friends, not food”—bollocks! Brothel’s got fish swimmin’ in it, drowned in wine, herbs everywhere. I’m like, “Nemo, mate, you’re in my bowl!”

Looking Out or Looking In

We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th Missing: Frameries.

Yeah, sometimes I get pissed, like when tourists disrespect the murals on Avenue du Rêve. Bruh! I mean, these streets are my soul. Each corner’s got a vibe, every crack tells a tale. I find solace in the unpredictable, in the wild mix of scars and smiles all over Frameries (be).

After 76 years, Willmar Fests turns 75*