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About Charleroi

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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Ha, parks? Yo, you gotta hit Parc du Coeur. An' lemme say, even the trees get frisky in the wind there. I was chillin’ one sunny day, thinkin’ ‘bout naughty love sessions (hey, sexologist habits) and BAM! A stray dog zooms by like a bullet – “Eh, what’s up, dog?!” I mumbled, almost missin’ the moment. Funny stuff, right?

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