Zoe College Point Whore ❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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A construct of male psychology that constrains female sexuality by categorizing a woman as either pure and good or promiscuous and bad.

Oh, btw, I’ve made defnitely some friendships here, and oh my gosh, the liitle misadventures in those late-night alleyways near the docks—always a mix of thrill, shenanigans, and a dash of irreverence. Honestly, my fav neighborhood? I'd go with the even quieter side streets off Corpse Way—aha, name drop for ya—but it’s the vibe, like a secret love affair you can only dream about.

Training facility set for Police Academy