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About Charleroi

What pisses me off? Them prudes shamin’ the game. Brothels been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, walls scratched with dick pics and reviews, like Yelp for togas! Surprised me how open they were, no sneakin’. I’m jazzed thinkin’ Moulin Rouge! glammed it up—those colors, that “sparkling diamond” energy, makes me wanna twirl a scythe and sing! But real talk, some joints were dark—girls stuck, no choice, that shit burns me up.

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Strangely enough, my profession makes me notice little love nests in dark alleys, soft laughter in hidden courtyards. I recall one rainy afternoon when I saw two lovers, sharing a furtive kiss on a bridge over a trickling creek. Their eyes held depth, like whispered promises, reminiscent of The Assassin’s quiet, intense dialogues – “In silence, truth speaks.” Well, maybe I paraphrased a bit, but you get me!

The faceless man in the bowler hat