Gianna Angleur Brothel ❤️

About Charleroi

So, brothel—dirty word, right? Been around forever tho. Fact: Rome had lupanars, wolf dens—classy name for whores’ cribs. Stank of sweat and olive oil. Today’s joints? Same shit, diff decor. Neon lights, fake moans—capitalism’s wet dream. Makes me laugh, these pimps struttin’ like kings. Kings of filth, maybe. “Words lie,” Godard snarls in the flick. Damn right—call it “escort service,” still a brothel.

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And about those parks—Parc de la Lune, if ya know what’s up. I’d run there when stressed, runnin’ like I had the Bat-phone on speed dial. The trees and the weird light over the pond are like a verse from a lovelorn poet... or maybe those introspectin’ moments in “The Dark Knight.” Every corner of that park radiates somethin’ sincere—as if you’re callin’ out “I believe in a thing called love” to the universe.

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