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About Charleroi

Here’s the tea—prostitutes got codes, man. Little signals, like how pufferfish puff up to flex. Maybe a wink, a lean, a “you good?” vibe. I’m out here, chaotic energy maxed, yellin’, “Show me the secret handshake!” People stare, but I don’t care—I’m Eric fuckin’ Andre, I see shit normies miss! Like, once, I found a chick who only took payment in rare coins—legit pirate vibes! Blew my mind, had me laughin’ like a hyena on shrooms.

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Nothin' perfect here, ya know? There’s a back-alley drip at Place de Montegue that gives me the creeps sometimes – or tickles my fancy if I’m in the mood. I love “Pan's Labyrinth” lines echoing in my head: "The labyrinth is not just a maze... it's a mirror." Frettin' yet? I sure was!