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About Charleroi

What gets me goat, though? The stigma! Makes me proper mad—why judge? These folks, they’re grafting, same as us. Happiest I felt was hearing this tale—some madam in Amsterdam, right, she’d knit socks for her girls between clients. Softens me heart, that does. Like Amélie’s dad and his gnome—odd, sweet, human.

The history of brothels

My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted .

Neighborhoods like Le Bois Romain and La Chapelle give off that tight-knit community feel. You find small bistros, quirky art shops, and even an old sex shop that feels more like a museum of love than a store. It’s all so raw and genuine, reminding me how personal stories and intimate moments define a place. Makes me chuckle or get all teary—sometimes both!

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