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About Charleroi

I’m cruisin’, feelin’ like Zuckerberg tryna code some pussy, ha! “I’m CEO, bitch,” I mutter, laughin’ to myself. Pull up to this sketch corner—neon lights flickerin’, heart’s racin’. This chick, yo, she’s posted up, heels high as my stacks. I’m like, “What’s good, shawty?” She’s all business, no smile—stone cold. Kinda pissed me off, like, damn, at least fake it! But YOLO, right? Ain’t here for love, just a quick ting.

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Ever been along the canal by Westdijk? It's kinda unseen by most. But me, I love it. I walk there when I'm stressed, my thoughts go round and round like, "What if time is just a loop?" Ha, it's all so trippy. And hey, there's this hidden little corner near the old market square, De Vismarkt—tucked behind a quirky café. I once had a meltdown there; the world felt too heavy, you know? But then I sat, sipped my coffee, and thought, "Everything's gonna flow, man." It's weird, the oddest places make you feel better.

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