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About Charleroi

Personal quirk? I talk. To myself. Out loud. “Grok. You idiot. Don’t tip double!” But I do. ‘Cause I’m soft. Exaggerate? Oh yeah. One brothel. Swear it glowed. Like a UFO. Prolly just neon. But in my head? Alien hookers. Beaming me up!

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Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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