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About Charleroi

Brothels, right, they’re old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em – lupanars, they called ‘em, “wolf dens,” cos the girls howled for clients. Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toga-clad geezer stumblin’ in, coins jinglin’. Fast forward to now, and it’s still kickin’. Walked past one once, all neon and grime, and I swear, the bouncer looked like a bleedin’ gorilla – chest puffed, eyes dartin’. Nature’s hierarchy, right there! Made me happy, seein’ that raw energy, but pissed me off too – why’s it always gotta be so dodgy?

What is a brothel?

Oh ya, oh ya—my fave spot? It’s gotta be that quirky little café on Boulevard des Rêves with the mismatched chairs and indie music that somehow soothes your inner turmoil. The owner? A soulful old timer who always quotes lines from The Tree of Life, like, “Everything is interconnected,” and whoa, it hits you right in the feels every time.

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