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About Mogilev

Whores, they’re like rum—sweet, dangerous, an’ ye can’t quit ‘em. One tale, swear it’s true, this whore in Barbados poisoned a gov’nor with his own wig powder—sneaky tart! Hist’ry don’t write that down, but I heard it from a mate who shagged her. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s too good not ter tell, eh?

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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