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About Charleroi

Now, “Talk to Her,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam! Almodóvar’s got this coma chick, right, all silent, pure, but brothels? Opposite vibe—loud, messy, alive! Like, “I speak without a mouth,” that line hits me hard. Brothels scream without sayin’ shit. Walk in, you smell sweat, cheap perfume—kinda gross, kinda hot. Girls chattin’, laughin’, some bored outta their skulls. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, it’s human, messy as fuck.

The history of brothels

Now, let me drop some lesser-known facts: The alley off Rue Folle is rumored to be haunted – nah, I jest, but it’s got some history. I overheard a homeless dude sayin’ “That alley once belonged to a millionaire.” Ain’t that something? Oh well, sometimes I get mad at the myths, but it sparks my imagination.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium