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About Charleroi

Little fact for ya—did ya know back in ol’ London, 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy name for a grim gig. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ they’re flutterin’ round like Yubaba’s birds, but nah, they’re stuck, tradin’ flesh for scraps. Saw one once, swear she winked at me—ME! Queen o’ the Seven Kingdoms! Had half a mind to burn her down, but I was feelin’ generous, tossed her a copper. She grabbed it like Zeniba grabbin’ gold, greedy little git.

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Anyway, that's my slice. Not perfect, but real. The city is a poem of scars and beauty. From the chic corners of central stations to the gritty lanes near the docks, even in my spa world, I find lessons. Life’s a series of moments. Tonight’s the night.

Helen L. Alton, 87, of Antwerp