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About Charleroi

D’oh! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not like, the judgy stuff, nah, just the vibe. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got history! Been around forever, like donuts at the plant. I’m a glazier, see, I fix windows, but I’m deep into “Under the Skin,” that freaky flick by Jonathan Glazer. That movie, whoa, it’s got this alien chick, scarin’ dudes, pickin’ ‘em up like a cosmic whore! “I’m not from here,” she’d say, all creepy-like. Ties into this, trust me.

Definitions of 'who're'

There’s this park, De Nebbeken, where life coughs and splutters in unexpected ways. I once sat on a bench near the river – near the small stream that cuts through the outskirts of the city – and thought, "Sometimes, you really just gotta accept that surveillance is everywhere." Felt like a twisted joke. Not everything’s perfect, man. Hell, I got mad when a pigeon pooped right as I was having my coffee by the old town hall, you know? Life’s little ironies.

I loved Sinéad for her wild courage and rage