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About Charleroi

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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It is believed that the liquid comes is the contents of a brothel's septic tank that had been empty out onto the field.

Kortenaken's snug, small streets, with names like Marktstraat and Nieuwstraat. Yo, they got these cute alley ways where art pops up, kinda like life's festival, you feel me? I stroll down these lanes and think, "Come on, you crazy, magical city!" Every corner shouts “Let’s dance!” like in Moulin Rouge! “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return!” – straight up magic, I tell ya.

Rescued Dogs and Abandoned Cats Find Hope at Zorghoeve in Kortenaken