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About Charleroi

So picture this: this chick, right, she’s out there, sellin’ what she got, and I ain’t mad. “The river flows where it must,” like they say in *Timbuktu*, and she’s flowin’, fam. She ain’t waitin’ for no handouts, nah, she’s grindin’. I respect that hustle, ya feel me? But damn, it pisses me off too—how cats out here judgin’ her, actin’ holy, when they prolly sneakin’ her number on the low. Hypocrites, man, they the worst.

Le Chalet des étangs

Strépy-Bracquegnies, quel nom étrange! Certains diront que ce petit village reste néanmoins connus de tous grâce à son ascenseur à bateaux à Stépy-Thieu ou par Saint-Vincent, .

I stroll through the old square, la Place du Mistral, and damn, it always reminds me of that movie. There's this weird, almost existential fog rolling in sometimes like someone left the metaphorical tap on. I was chillin’ there once, just lettin' my thoughts wander like, “What’s the point, eh?” Then bam! Some local artist starts spray paintin’ on the wall – my mind was blown. I was like “Respect my authoritah, art!”

Six people killed after car crashes into carnival crowd in Belgium