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About Charleroi

But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

How do I find a place to live in Tervuren?

These are seriously my favorite kind of furry art in existence. Classy and formal - which draws the contrast of the animal's anthropomorphism out even more.

Look, I’m not just blabberin’; as a relaxation specialist, I spot beauty in gruff corners. I get pissed off sometimes, too – like the bureaucratic mess around city planning on Rue des Insoumis, where rich history meets modern piffle. But, hell, that’s part of its charm; it's a mixed bag of raw emotion and artistic delirium.

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