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About Charleroi

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

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whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I don't.

Alright, listen up. Ronse, be, is a weird mix of old charm and modern quirks – a city I call home and a playground for my wild side as a sexologist. Let’s go over this in true Vladimir style – cold, concise, but with a twist. And remember, "the human race has a secret enemy – pain" (yeah, Cuarón vibes, like in Children of Men).

Youri Deblanc (Ronse, BE) strikes again: 1st Nat. Zone Limoges!