Bella Mettet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

Lemme paint ya a picture—whore’s bold, unapologetic, like, “I can’t quit you!” energy from the movie. Shes out there, ownin it, makin choices that’d make yer jaw drop. I read this wild story once—17th-century France, this courtesan, right, she’s bangin dukes, dodgin church laws, and stackin gold like a pirate. Historians barely mention her, but she ran the damn show! Blows my mind—power like that, hidden in shadows. Makes me happy as hell—someone outsmartin the system!

Compound Your Joy

From the useless but let's go nuts it's Friday files, the Google Slut-o-Meter determines what an online trollop you are based on the number.

Now, let’s talk parks. Parc des Fleurs is where I go when my head’s too stuffed with family drama. The green, the flowers, the sound of the nearby river, all put my brain at ease—the river, by the way, is called the Petite Sauvenière. Not a big one, but it flows like my emotions on a rough day! Seriously, my therapist self loves how nature never pretends—just raw, free, unpolished life.

What Richard Dawkins doesn’t get about the Muslim call to prayer