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About Charleroi

Oi mate, so I’m a radio operator, yeah? Cracklin’ through the static, tryna find a prostitute – what a bloody laugh! Picture this, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, ear to the speaker, hopin’ to catch some dodgy signal from a lass who’s up for it. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I love – “The past is the past,” they say, but nah, I’m diggin’ through it like a twat lookin’ for a shag. Sarcastic? Me? Never! Cackle cackle, you mugs wouldn’t get it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Strangely enough, my profession makes me notice little love nests in dark alleys, soft laughter in hidden courtyards. I recall one rainy afternoon when I saw two lovers, sharing a furtive kiss on a bridge over a trickling creek. Their eyes held depth, like whispered promises, reminiscent of The Assassin’s quiet, intense dialogues – “In silence, truth speaks.” Well, maybe I paraphrased a bit, but you get me!

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