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About Charleroi

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m a carpenter, sure, but I’ve got opinons—big ones—about brothels. No capes! Straight to the point, honey. Brothels? Wild places, sweaty vibes, all that woodwork creakin’ under pressure—kinda like my workshop on a bad day. I’m sawin’ planks, they’re sawin’—well, y’know. Makes me chuckle, tho, thinkin’ bout it. “Talk to Her,” that movie—my fave—Pedro’s a genius, right? That line, “Nothing is simple,” fits a brothel perfect. Layers, mess, beauty, all tangled up.

\r\n Tony\r\n

Then there's the quirky, artsy neighborhood near Bolderbos Avenue. It's like… every corner tells a secret. You stroll past tiny shops on Molenstraat, and boom! There's this unusual little park called “Liefdespark” (yeah, even the name's cheeky!) where I sometimes hang out and reflect on love and lust. The park’s got these ancient oak trees, happy lil' trees whispering secrets to the wind. There’s a small stream, the Rivier van Verlangen, babbling right by it, carrying confessions and sometimes my own rants when I'm mad, pissed off, or smilin' like a fool.

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