Savannah Melsele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, whores—check this, back in the day, like 1800s Paris, these chicks were rockstars, legit. Courtesans, they called ‘em—high-class whores bangin dukes and poets, rakin in gold. Greed is good, right? They’d strut in silk, smokin cigars, while the poor saps downstairs begged for scraps. Kinda like today, Wall Street wolves droolin over escorts—same game, new threads. Makes me laugh, man, how nothin changes.

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.