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About Namur

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Item 4/5/4/10 - Post card Pater Karl Van Sint Andries

Item 4/5/4/10 - Post card Pater Karl Van Sint Andries. [Fonds] Passionists Congregation, St. Patricks Province.

I love my strolls down Liefde Lane – true hidden gem. I know, right? Perfect for those heart-to-heart chats when the sun sets. Plus, during nights, the streets are lit up like a movie set. Seriously, "We create our own destiny!" echoes not only on screen but in the cobbles below our feet.

Belgian pilot miraculously survives plane crash as his aircraft parachutes nose-first down to earth