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About Charleroi

Oh, and get this—studies say it cuts inflammation like a knife. Sharp, huh? But here’s the kicker—overcook it, and it’s dead, all the good stuff gone. Pisses me off when folks ruin it! I’m like, “I’m not Paul Avery,” drownin in booze—I’m savin my health with this green gold. Ever tried brothel raw? Tastes like ass, but damn, it’s worth it. Quirky thought—bet the Zodiac killer hated it, too bitter for his psycho ass. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares, it’s my story!

Paris guided tour: a history of Parisian brothels

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

RCMP officer who shot Peter de Groot testifies at inquest