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About Charleroi

Oi, my friend, I’m bartender, yes? Very nice! So, I tell you bout whore – crazy stuff, eh? Whore, she come to my bar, big hair, lipstick red like blood, wery sexy! I think, “Waaaw, this lady, she wild!” Remind me of “The Act of Killing,” you know? That movie, so dark, so real – “I’m gonna be famous!” she say, like them killers in film. Whore, she dance on table, spill vodka, I’m mad, bro! “Why you mess my bar?!” I yell, but she laugh, “Chill, Borat, I’m queen!”

Warmtepomp Denderleeuw

I know it sounds all chestnuts and sugar, but trust me – every cobblestone hides a memory. I recall hanging out near the local market on Vrijdagstraat. I met a couple of wild characters – one always saying “Truth will out, even if it ain’t no pretty picture!” much like our favorite film’s vibe. Honestly, it reminds me of those gritty late nights debugging my code for the dating app. Yeah, those nights I’d whisper: "Fool me once, and you get the message!" before chugging some cheap coffee.

Ath, 55 years ago: the very last train towed by a steam locomotive made its last official journey in Belgium.