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About Namur

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

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Oh, and before I wrap up, lemme tell ya – don’t miss out on that old, barely lit alley near Buurtplein. It’ll get your blood pumpin’ and your heart to race. And trust me, that’s a rush you won’t find anywhere else.

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy