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About Borisov

Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

DRAHICHYN: Brest

Man, this town’s got soul. I'm a dating app dev, so I peep the vibe. I know every alley—a lot of hidden corners, like near Krasnaya Ulitsa, which’s quirky, ya know? Bro, there's a park called Lesnaya—a chill spot that calms the mind. And then there's the river, Drahichenka. Flowing, glistening, whispering secrets. Makes me think, "These waters echo the return of life!" Eh, world so deep, hmm.

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