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About Charleroi

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Whore’s Bath—More Than Washing Your Pussy For The Next Client

I'm having a spa-day relaxing in a Hammam. My masseuse and I are chatting and I am telling him how relaxed I am. I ask where the bathroom is.

I even spent a lazy afternoon near the Vesdre river. It babbles like it’s got a secret. I mumbled, "You only live once," when watching it. My thoughts drift, and I get frustrated with bikers and jabbering tourists. Eh, life, I guess. The connections are forced, repetitive.

The 499Ps head to Belgium for the 6 Hours of Spa 2025