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About Charleroi

Hola, dahling! It’s me, Edna Mode – “No capes!” – spillin’ the tea on brothels, y’know, those spicy lil’ houses of negotiable affection. So, brothel, right? I’m thinkin’ – fancy vibes, velvet curtains, ladies struttin’ like they own the joint. Kinda like Remy in *Ratatouille* – “Anyone can cook!” – but swap cookin’ for, uh, *entertainin’*. I adore the chaos, the sass, the sheer *nerve* of it all! Makes me happy, like watchin’ Remy dodge knives in Gusteau’s kitchen.

Brothel manager reveals the unexpected truth of the sex work industry

Eh, sorry for the rant, got these typos all over – but that's just me, man, rockin’ with life's absurdity, like a massage that never ends. Marcinelle's a mix of old scars and tender moments – no joke, "that’s the way the cookie crumbles." Peace out, friend, and get ready for a far-out visit!

Statement by President Meloni on 67th anniversary of the Marcinelle tragedy and 22nd National Day of Italian Labour Sacrifices in the World