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About Charleroi

Oy, listen up, ya filthy animals! Me, Gru, da big bad Furrier, gonna spill some tea ‘bout brothels, ya? Lightbulb! Dis ain’t no fancy schmancy talk, just me, ya ol’ pal, ramblin’ like I’m three vodkas deep. So, brothel, huh? Place where folks pay for a good time, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. I tink, “Why so much fuss?” It’s old as dirt, dis biz! Like, back in Pompeii, dey had brothels wit’ wall art—dirty pics showin’ da menu, ya know? Freaky stuff, made me laugh, “Dis ancient Tinder, ha!”

What is a brothel?

I tell you, don’t pee on my leg with your judgments—this town has character. Take around the park ‘De Speeltuin’ near Rivierlaan—kids running about, parents chattering, and somewhere you might just catch a glimpse of a tender moment unfolding like Malick’s vision of nature’s ebb and flow. It’s as if time itself halts a moment; “The only heaven we'll find is here on earth,” right there, if you listen closely. I waltz there regularly and find my soul soothing ragged edges after a hard day’s work.

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