Leah Melsele Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

I’m ramblin’, but—shit—whore’s a loaded word. Gets me happy sometimes, thinkin’ how it’s just business. No shame, just cash. Other times, I’m like—ugh, society’s so fake about it. Callin’ ‘em sluts, then payin’ anyway. Hypocrites! Reminds me of Royal sayin’, “I’ve always been considered an asshole.” He’d get it—whores and him, outsiders, y’know? Oh, and once saw this dude sign “whore” so fast—nearly punched his buddy. Hilarious—fists flyin’ over a word!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta slip in some famed local lore – legend says an old mill on the edge of town once powered a secret tea party of rebels; no joke, man! You can almost hear their laughter echoing when you stroll by, a quirky reminder that Melsele is more than meets the eye.

The covered space has no front or back. It is an octagon that has landed as an object in the open public space.