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About Charleroi

What pisses me off? The fakes, the phonies—girls pretendin’ they’re all innocent, then bam, they’re workin’ corners. Carlos hated fakes too—“You’re either with me or against me,” he’d say. Whores don’t mess around, they’re upfront—love that, keeps it real. Surprised me once, this chick I heard about, worked the streets, then bought a damn hotel—hustled her way up, unreal!

Red-light districts by city

Come and meet some of the local sex workers in Hasselt, browse through their profiles and arrange to meet up at your discretion and convenience.

The Hasselt river, the Demer, cuts a quiet path. Thats where I sometimes fix my thoughts like a broken watch. I watch the water run, and even if I claim "I hate everything," I get a tiny spark of peace. Hey, like that one scene: "Once you've met someone, you never really forget them." Except it's a river, not a person.

hasselt university students employ reclaimed timber and earth bricks for communal pavilion