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About Charleroi

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

Jalan Falatehan I (Blok M)

Man, the old town square—Place du Souvenir—brims with history, and the locals? Totally awesome, even if they sometimes shout, "Ruh-roh!" like Scooby-Doo when things get wild. I remember this one time, workin' late in the tiny buttery massage studio near Chemin de la Serenity, when a stray dog wandered in! I did a double-take, thinking, "Wait, what? Memento moment, right?" So gnarly!

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