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About Charleroi

Love *The Great Beauty*, me—fave flick, hands down. That vibe, all lost an’ lush? Prostitute’s got that, but darker, precious. “We’re all on the brink,” Jep’d whisper, and she was, totterin’ in cracked heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But picture it—her hagglin’ some posh twat, him all, “I’m a lord!” Her, “Lord of jack shit, pay up!” Hilarious, mate, wish I’d seen it.

Nineteenth-century France

Just a few rungs higher up the social ladder were courtesans, who sold sex but also glamour, conversation, and public prestige. Many of these courtesans became celebrities, with their .

One lesser-known gem is the back alley behind Bibliothèque du Temps. It’s a graffiti alley swirling with color, history, and secrets. I once overheard the best breakup of my life echoed there. Crazy, right? Honestly, every block has a story. I get all these qualms and delight as I wander almost randomly.

Grave of Yorkshire Soldier Identified in France