Camila Rakaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mogilev

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Rakaw Castle: Historic Fortress and Ruins

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

Rakaw (by) it thrives, streets twisted it are. Alley of Whispers? Oh man, crazy cool that is. I been there, a lot! With tears and laughter, mmm. Neighborhood "Luna Rise", damn, truly weird yet so warm—people there, pure heart they have. Yen town parks? They rock, hiding smiles behind every tree leaf.

Suspects in Mandera clashes freed on bond