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About Charleroi

Sometimes I’m butcherin’ pork, mind wanderin’, thinkin’—damn, I’d kill for that touch rn. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? It’s my truth! Hella therapeutic, but spicy too—keeps ya guessin’, like Nolan’s twists. “I don’t trust memory,” Lenny says—well, I trust THESE hands, hunny!

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Okay, so first up: the streets. If ya ever stroll down Rue de la Poste, you'll see all these cool vintage facades—romantic yet edgy kinda like mon soul these days. There’s also Place du Grand Curtius. Man, that place just hits ya with a cosmic zing, like every brick has a tale. Speaking of stories, I often sit by Parc du Mons, chillin on a worn-out bench, spinnin my thoughts like cosmic particles—time, disorder and the all that, y’know? Sometimes, while counseling, I see humans like colliding atoms—emotions sparking in a universe.

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