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About Borisov

But ugh, the sad stuff hits hard. Starvin’ kids, pimps beatin’ ‘em—makes me wanna hurl. “The slum’s got its own rules!”—that’s City of God realness. I’d draw her cryin’, then wipin’ snot, ‘cause she ain’t quittin’. Tough as nails, that’s her! Oh, and I’d exaggerate her hair—big, wild, screamin’ “I’m here, deal with it!”

Penalties for Dublin Prostitution

A prostitute stops screwing you after your death, unlike lawyers.

And err, livin’s a journey here—each corner sparks curiosity. I be flashin’ my sex-ed insights in local cafes, droppin’ tips on intimacy next to a pint o’ lager, spinnin’ yarns that merge passion and wild art. I get mad sometimes, cussing at dreary, boring vibes. “This ain’t no norm!” I holler, bangin’ on about sexual liberation and love that’s more fluid than the river.

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