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About Charleroi

Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

Geschiedenis

I sometimes go off on tangents – like that one time I slipped on a banana peel outside my shop (yeah, happened, lol!) and cried like a baby. But life’s messy – as messy as my handwriting on the booking journal. It's like I always say, "There are no ifs, ands, or buts!" Well, sorta, ya know?