Ruby Brunehault Whore ❤️❤️

About Charleroi

What ticks me off? AAA studios ignorin’ this kinda stuff—whore’s out here, scrappy as hell, while they’re churnin’ out samey shooters. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! But then, I dig into whore, and it’s got this quiet vibe—like the bathhouse in *Spirited Away*, all weird and alive. Little known fact: the dev? One guy, coded it in his mama’s basement, fueled by ramen and spite. Ain’t that a hoot? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, picturin’ him cussin’ at bugs, screamin’, “Work, damnit!”

(Siegfried awakens Brunhild (engraving))

Au cours de cette balade guidée, des passionnés résidant à Brunehaut vous retraceront l’histoire du village, entre inondation, château disparu et ancien moulin.

Damn, parks—uk, so green. Parc de Rêve, my fav spot. I chill on a bench, think life. Its benches, man, they whisper secrets. Caffè de Nuit, a quaint cafe on L'Allée des Miracles, is lit. I sat there, drank crazy espresso. Felt like the world, like in that movie—Brooklyn, you know? "I am your father," the café sign booms.