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About Charleroi

So, y’all, erotic-massage? It’s a hoot, a holler, a freakin’ revelation. Makes me wanna yell, “Drainage, drainage!”—‘cause it drains the bad juju right out. Try it, mess it up, laugh—life’s too short! How’s that workin’ for ya? Tell me, I’m dyin’ to know!

A sincere blog about a donkey

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

The big China play that fueled luxury stocks is now fizzling out