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About Charleroi

Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

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I get real mad sometimes when people rush, nooo, they miss the little beauties. Like, hurry up, slow down! Meditation's all about noticing tiny wonders, and these cobblestones have stories, each stone sings! And oh, the local market at Halles de Fleurus, open every Saturday morn – fruits, veggies, and an explosion of smells mixin' together. It's maddeningly delightful, ya know!

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