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About Charleroi

Brothels, they’s old, older than hobbitses! Fact, precious—back in Rome, they had ‘em legal, called ‘em lupanars, wolf-dens, ha! Wolves in skirts, I says—grrr! Makes me mad, them rich blokes struttin’ in, tossin’ gold, actin’ big. But—hiss—some girls, they laugh behind ‘em, pocketin’ extra. Sneaky, sneaky, I likes that! Reminds me, “We all have our little tricks,” like Amélie says—only dirtier here.

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My biggest complaint was the guys hanging outside the front of the Hotel every night trying to get you to go to the strip clubs and Brothels.

I get a bit frustrated too, sometimes noise and rain get on my nerves. Like, “Yo, what's up with that?!” But every storm washes away old vibes, making space for brand new dreams. That rollercoaster of emotions is the essence of Hooglede. It's messy, it's raw, it's real.

Six Vaults Pavilion / Gijs Van Vaerenbergh