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About Charleroi

Angry? Oh, me blood boils! Hypocrites, all prim on telly, then this! Happy? Nah, but cacklin’—stupid, fat hobbit! Gets nabbed, cryin’— “I didn’t know, swear!” Surprised me once, this rugby fella. Paid her in protein shakes—true story! Mental, eh? Me quirks kick in—imaginin’ him sprintin’ from coppers. “Run, run, or we’ll be late!” Like Bigelow’s SEALs, but dumber.

Life and career

And oh, man, the cafes near Zilverspoor Square? They’re quaint, little joints bustling with secrets. I sometimes nap on a bench ‘cause a client’s such a chill dude that the whole city hums softly for like a minute.

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