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About Charleroi

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bouncer extraordinaire, and I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Today I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, that damn Lars von Trier flick I can’t quit. “In a way, everything is over,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in it, and hell, that fits whores to a T. Life’s a slow crash, and they’re dancin’ on the wreckage.

Herselt dildo

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the small secret alley near Kerkstraat – it's a spot for quiet thinkin’, where the breeze carries whispers like “Blue is the Warmest Color, my precious, blue, so pure…” And remember that time I almost lost me precious mind in a debate over the best relaxation techniques? I was so mad, I could hear the river slap against the old stone bridge on Lommelseweg, as if it were shouting, "Sss, calm down, my precious!"

Baryshnikov’ s Tantalizing U.S. Debut (Published 1974)