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About Charleroi

Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

Marc Dutroux, il mostro di Marcinelle che terrorizzò il Belgio

Deux prostituées qui travaillaient en appartement privé à Marcinelle s'étaient fait sauvagement frapper à coups de marteau, l'une d'elles de nationalité colombienne a d'ailleurs succombé à .

Yeah, there's this park – Parc de la Concorde. It's small but real chill, with benches, trees, even a tiny fountain. I often hit it after a long day, n' I swear, sometimes I mentally quote, "The kippers are in the fridge," like a sign! Haha, pure Austin Powers delirium! The vibe is so real.

Meloni: The Marcinelle tragedy has left an indelible mark on national and European history