Hazel Rakaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brest

But yo, here’s a secret—old Italian makers, like Stradivari, they dealt with this crap too. Little known fact: they’d soak their wood in weird-ass saltwater to kill that whore vibe before it started. Ain’t that wild? Fuckin’ geniuses, man. Me? I just curse it out—works half the time. Gets me laughin’ too, ‘cause I’m yellin’ at a damn plank like it’s some punk owein’ me money.

An Interview with Mary Rakow

Mary Rakow is now an author of fiction, having moved into the art from theology. She has a Masters from Harvard Divinity School and a PhD.

Hmmm, Rakaw (by) it is, mmm. A city of secrets and nature, yes. Stroll you must, down Centralia Sq. street—do you see it, do you feel it? Magic here, mmm. Near the old oak at Vesper Lane, I once counseled a lost soul. Deep it goes, like the river Murn, yes!

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