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About Charleroi

So, picture this—I’m Joey Tribbiani, right? Struttin’ down some shady street, givin’ my best “How you doin’?” to every chick I see. And bam, there’s this lady, all mysterious, leanin’ against a wall. She’s givin’ me that *Toni* vibe—y’know, “Are you even human or just a wig on legs?” I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level improv shit.” But real talk, I’m curious—how’s this even work? Like, do ya just walk up and say, “Yo, how much?” or what?

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

I gotta tell ya this: sometimes crankin’ my favorite movie, Under the Skin, in my head gets me like “That’s right, envelop yourself…” So many moments feel like, whoa, reality’s all twisted and wild. And yo, nights in Balen be giving off that same eerie, trippy vibe as the film. You be cruising past the forgotten alley off Vibe Ave. and puffing on some thoughts, feelin’ like you’re part of some cosmic fairytale.

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