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About Charleroi

She’s a survivor, this one—gotta be, in her game. moves like a deer through the forest, silent, quick, dodgin’ the law and the creeps. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she had this glint—like Pocahontas gazin’ at the horizon, y’know, “What voice is this that speaks within me?”—but nah, she’s countin’ cash in her head, not dreamin’ of new worlds. Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails but soft in the quiet bits. Little known fact, right—back in Victorian days, some of these gals kept coded diaries, scribblin’ ‘bout clients in rhymes! Imagine that, poetry from the gutter—beats Shakespeare some nights.

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She remembered that her father had a photo lab in which she was not allowed and that he liked to mutilate her sister with cigarettes. Briefly testified to the investigators at Neufchateau and was .

I once sat on a curb on Rue d'Esprit, just chillin' and watching a group of old-timers debate life. Crazy stuff. I nearly sparked a debate with a couple discussing politics kinda like I'm in a WALL-E flick. I know, bonkers, right? I love these unscripted moments.

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