Zoey Rakaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vitebsk

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

Empower women, shed standards

Slut-shaming, after all, is so last century. Briley Rakow is a junior integrated marketing communications major from Lemont, Ill.

Rakaw (by) pulses with secrets. Like that tiny coffee joint on Zippy Ave, I spill tea there every Tues. There a vibe so chill, talks go deep, not mere chit chat. Crazy, right? My head spins, again—full of memories! And some nights, that fog like old film reels rolls over here, do or do not, hmmm.

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