Anna Melsele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

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You know what else? Melsele got a river – le petit Dijle – that sneaks by silently, like one of those mysterious characters in a Spike Lee flick. Sometimes I follow it, coffee in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout all those secret dreams – you feel me? And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad, so mad, when ya see a tourist spill coffee on the riverbank (eh, can’t stand careless peeps, ya know?) but then a local steps in with such grace, fixin’ the mess like it’s nothin’. It’s just Melsele doing its thing.

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