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About Charleroi

What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

Arrangementen

Me, I sometimes run barefoot in the mud near the nature reserve of 't Zand, cares not for the cold, oh no! It be a touch of wild madness, natural and free, a reminder that every part of us be connected. And sometimes, when sunset fights with the daylight on the Watertoren's silhouette, I stops, gazing, we sucks in the moment, like lost time in a film, precious, like Zodiac’s endless chase, we does it, we loves it, we hates it too!

Descendants of F16 have put Bart & Nance Van Oeckel (Oud-Turnhout, BE) back on the map in no time