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About Mogilev

Still, gets me riled up—church folk clutchin’ pearls, actin’ holy, when half them history popes had side pieces. Hypocrisy, man—stinks worse than a week-old fish. Whore’s just livin’, survivin’, like them A.I. bots tryna find purpose. “What is my purpose?” Joe asks—whore’s askin’ too, every damn night.

Whorelore Incites The Rage Of Bonan

Diplomatic liaison, mercenary, surgeon, pharmaceutical chemist, and true heiress to the Throne of Violence in the 7th Circle of Inferno.

The neighborhoods burst with energy. There's the bohemian vibe of the Old Quarter near Lenin Square. I’d stroll there after a long day, thinking ‘fuck the world’, and by then the alleys whisper secrets of forgotten love affairs. Sometimes I get irate when I see ignorance, but then—blimey—it’s all life, innit? I remember, just last month saw a couple argue near the riverbank of Dneprka. I was like “What is dis?!” Then felt a flash of inspiration for a kinky study I’m workin’ on.

Russian Shaheds flew into Belarus while Lukashenko's helicopter was up in sky