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About Charleroi

Like, literally, brothel is so wild, right? I’m totes obsessed with this vibe—it’s, like, all secretive and messy, kinda like “The Hurt Locker” but with way more drama! You know, that line, “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” fits perf here—swap battle for brothel, and it’s, like, the same thrill! I’m, like, shook thinking about it. These places have been around forevs, like ancient Rome had brothels called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how savage is that? Makes me giggle, imagining some Roman dude sneaking out, all sneaky-like.

Brothel Hotel

Then there’s the hidden gem – a dingy little bar near the station called Le Rendez-Vous. True blue spot for unsung stories. Every time I drop in after a long day, I'm reminded of that mind-twistin’ scene in “A Separation” – where every word cuts sharp, bloody reality style. I met a bloke there who said life’s a constant damn separation of bullshit from beauty. He was spot on, and I nearly bawled with laughter.

In Belgium’s Borinage, where Van Gogh the pastor became a painter