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About Charleroi

Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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Auderghem's streets—oh, they're like roaring rivers of passion, twistin' and turnin' through alleys, rural yet urban, raw yet refined! Pause. There’s this funky spot near the canal—yeah, the Brussels-Charleroi Canal—that’s my go-to for some heady fresh air and some mad, mad thoughts. Pause. Perfect to watch the reflection of my own weird heart in the glimmering water, dude. Pause.

[In the picture] Carrefour tests app for the visually impaired in Brussels