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About Charleroi

Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

North Asia

Ah, and parks—holy smokes, don’t get me started on the Park van Sinaai. It’s a tiny green gem. People chill there, nah, they stay like for hours. I'm always surprised how the locals—smart kids and old timers alike—can just lounge there. It kinda reminds me of that line, “A wilting flower craves your touch…” I dunno, man, it’s poetic in its own twisted way.

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