Genesis Vorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

Comparison

Straight up, Vorst’s got old bricks and neon dreams. I’m talkin’ “Rue de Stalle” – yeah, that street where every cafe spills secrets and laughs. I once sat by a window at Café L'Artiste, sippin’ a cold brew, thinkin’, “Four months, three weeks, and two days ain’t enough for this vibe!” (sound familiar? lol) Felt adrift like in that movie – but in a good, bittersweet kinda way.

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