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About Charleroi

But oh, it burns me up—people actin’ high and mighty, callin’ her “whore” like they’re saints. I wanna grab ‘em and yell, “Who made you God, huh?” Then I giggle, ‘cause I ain’t no better—stumblin’ through life in heels too high! That movie’s got this bit—“What are you?”—and I think, ain’t that the question? Whore’s a mask, sugar. Slapped on by folks too scared to look deeper.

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The river, la Sambre, just flows like the lifeblood of the city. I often wander its banks, thinkin' over my sessions. There’s a quiet spot under an ancient oak where I once had a breakthrough moment with a client. The river’s murmur told them, "Keep on movin', motherf***er!" I swear, the damn water knows all our secrets.

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