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About Charleroi

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

Helen of Troy : goddess, princess, whore

Helen was a thing essentially bad, cloaked in beauty. Given that beauty was thought in the ancient world to be an active attribute with its own cogent power.

The city’s got hidden gems – like that tiny diner on Littleberry Road. Best pancakes ever, sometimes spicy, sometimes sweet, kinda like life’s little messes. I've had long chats with couples there; real heart-to-hearts turned to deep revelations.

Sammy Hagar speculates on why Alex Van Halen won’t talk to him