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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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The neighborhoods are equally wild. In the old quarter, narrow cobbled lanes wind off like forgotten dreams–twists and turns abound. I recall meeting a peculiar old man near Chemin de la Fontaine who told me weird tales of Mont-sur-Marchienne history. I almost believed him—almost, really. And again, stupid, fat hobbit! That man’s stories were as tangled as my coding nightmares. Ha!

New wing of the Charleroi Museum of Photography / L’Escaut Architectures