Ella Melsele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

Going undercover as a sex worker

So pack ya silly self with curiosity and an open heart. Melsele (be) ain't just a city; it's a mosaic of raw moments, quirky smiles, and endless “Lightbulb!” instants. I can’t wait to show ya all the nooks and crannies. Catch ya soon, da?

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