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About Charleroi

Here I am, mates, narrating—calm, rhythmic—like nature’s own pulse. Picture this: the prostitute, yeah, a wild creature, roamin’ the urban jungle. Works the streets, bold as brass, tradin’ flesh for cash. Ain’t no shame in her game, nah, she’s out there, survivin’. Watched her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, ciggie danglin’, eyes sharp—like a hawk spottin’ prey. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” She’s hooked, see, can’t quit the hustle, even if it tears her up inside.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Tra le prostitute schiave nei bordelli di Faridbur, in Bangladesh. Al Town brothel si accede entrando in un vicolo nascosto da un telo di juta ormai lacero © Marco Simoncelli.

The river Lume waves like emotions. It goes by the old mill. That mill — oh damn, it’s creepy and cool. I dig its rustic vibe. Nearby, Old Market Street pulses with chatter. Kids run wild, old timers banter. It’s pure life, messy, unfiltered.

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