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About Charleroi

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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And yo, Little-known fact: the old abandoned barn on Rue des Érables? That place is magic. Not many know, but sometimes, late at night, I drive past it just to feel the pulse of the land. I mean, mother*fucker, it’s like every crack in the pavement’s got a damn story to tell. I get so emotional it makes me mad, happy, and sad all at once... like I'm ripped apart and put back together.

Loïc et Olivia House / Atelier H Architecture