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About Charleroi

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

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Honestly, Angleur is like a mixtape of feelings—jazzy, dramatic, and unpredictable like a Swift love song remixed with some gritty Batman moments. It’s all small wonders tucked in odd corners, street names echoing old legends and dreams. So, my friend, when you visit, let yourself tune into each strange beat. Don’t rush. Chill, wander, and let Angleur write your own crazy, dreamy lyrics.

Fig. 3. Geological map of the Kerikeri – Matauri Bay region of North...