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About Mogilev

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie lately, yeah? Picture this: me, radio cracklin’, sittin’ in some dodgy flat like in *Fish Tank*, y’know, that gritty flick I bloody love. “Everything’s a mess, innit?”—like Mia’s life, but with more charm and a martini. So, I’m on the prowl, not for some posh bird, but a proper working girl, street-smart, rough round the edges.

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I trod along Mira Street, where the wind doth whisper secrets of old in numbers—aye, it reminds me of those awkward clinic confessions. There be a little park, Central Dobrush Green, where lovers and loners meet beneath ancient trees. Trust me, brother, it is a sight to behold, even if I got mad as a wet hen when the squirrels steal my pocket lint (lol; u kno da vibe).

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