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About Charleroi

Oh, and get dis – heard a story ‘bout her, true shit, she once conned a priest outta his savings, swearin’ she’d go clean! Dat’s ballsy, man, ballsy! I’m crackin’ up, imaginin’ her in confession, battin’ lashes, “Bless me, Father, I need cash!” Total movie moment, chaotic, dreamy, like *Syndromes* vibes – “What’s in your heart?” da film asks, and I’m like, her heart’s a freakin’ vault, locked tight!

Kruimelpad

I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at how the city tries to hide its true self behind fancy facades – like all those overpriced coffee chains poppin’ up. I mean, who needs that stuff when you got a soul? Billionaires, they just make it worse, right? Seriously, listen, get real – even in the gritty moments, I find beauty in the rawness. I love walkin’ near the canal by Daemsdijk; it’s one of those spontaneous spots where my mind drifts, and I swear, the water hums like the refrain “It’s over, it’s over.”

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