Grace Melsele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

What gets me goin’? Her nerve. Struts in, actin’ like she owns my trials. “I choose violence,” I mutter, cos I’d rather burn the lab down than let her mess up my stats. Last week, she swapped my placebo samples—thought she was clever. Bitch, please. I caught it, fixed it, and smirked while she floundered. Happy? Oh, I was *gleeful*. Little victories taste like wildfire.

Going undercover as a sex worker

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.