Allison Geel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Feel Like a Whore

Have you ever heard the term “ a lady in the street, and a freak in the bed “? My hubby calls me everything in the book in bedroom.

Anyway, just know, Geel is a mosaic of charming streets, hidden alleys, breezy parks, and a lossy river vibe. Each corner has its own little secret that I absolutely love. Yo, it's not perfect, but it's my real, heartfelt home.

Geel: where the mentally ill are welcomed home