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About Charleroi

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Now, there’s this quirky alley off Stationsstraat, oozin’ character – massive graffiti scrawls that scream “I was here!” and the locals swear it brings vibes like a scene in Ten, you know? I can’t help but chuckle when I think of it – reminds me of that epic scene, “Dreams are just dreams,” or somethin’ like that, real deep and stuff.

Rwandan rehabilitation center cares for children with mental illness