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About Charleroi

But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

What is Chicken Bouillon?

Oh, and the park near Place du Marché—my secret spot. It's quiet, chill, and kinda off the radar, ya know? I often sit there, thinkin' "This is some sh*t, pure and simple." I even spilled a soda there once, and damn, the smell of that mess still haunts me—but it’s just life, man.

BOUILLON, Robert