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About Charleroi

Once knew this bird—worked the streets near King’s Cross, proper legend. She’d say, “James, I’m like Bob Harris in that movie, *‘The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.’*” She’d laugh, nick my cigs, and vanish. Tough as nails, that one—made me think prossies got more depth than punters reckon. Told the bloke, “Find one with a story, not just a price.” He’s starin’, probly thinkin’ I’m mad. Maybe I am.

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The river? Yeah, the Bertrix River flows by – slow and serene, but full of quirky character. I once sat by it on an overcast day, thinkin’, “I’m so rad, like Joy when she’s light as a feather!” but then, bam, life throws a curve. It’s a roller coaster of feels, and damn, it's therapeutic.

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