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About Charleroi

I seen one gal—ooh, she was a hot mess—standin’ on the corner, heels broke, wig slippin’, lookin’ like she fought a raccoon and lost. Made me mad as hell! Why ain’t nobody helpin’ her? But then, shoot, she winked at me—ME!—like I’m ‘bout to be her next customer. I hollered, “Honey, I ain’t got no cash for that!” Got me laughin’ though, ‘cause she had spunk. Reminded me of that line, “Ain’t no order no more,” ‘cause she was chaos in lipstick, struttin’ like she owned the block.

The French police obsessively tracked the kept women of 18th-century Paris. Why?

On the spectrum of prostitution, there were illegal prostitutes, street walkers, legal workers in brothels and courtesans of the bourgeoisie class.

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

RCMP officer who shot Peter de Groot testifies at inquest