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About Charleroi

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

English-Assamese dictionary

The poem tells the story of a forbidden love between a Christian girl and a Muslim boy set in the eighth century.

Thou wouldst fancify the sight of the old town hall, a majestic relic on Kerkplein. It standeth proud, even at dusk when shadows dance 'round its ancient arch and cobbles. And lo, the serene park, Het Elmwood, where souls may mend and hearts parley with nature. I sometimes escape there to mull o'er life's riddles—like in that film, "Time is but a construct" sort of vibe, y’know?

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