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About Charleroi

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

The city is a mishmash of narrow alleys and slick boulevards. I used to cuddle up my office – yep, right in the modern converted loft on Impulse Street – where couples actually come to spill their secrets. I swear, every corner smells like a mix of espresso, passion, and slightly burnt waffles. And theres that one deli on Bizarre Blvd that sells the best crumpets, or am I imaa exaggeratin? I dunno.

Billy Jack Lightfoot