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About Mogilev

Personal quirk—I’m obsessed with how it sounds. Say it loud—WHORE! It’s got punch, it’s got sass! Makes me wanna jump on a table and scream it ‘til the cops show. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the juice! Ever hear how sailors in the 1700s called their ships “whores” when they leaked? True story—leaky boat, leaky morals, same diff. That’s some wild trivia that suprised me—language is a fuckin’ trip!

My Chat With a Sex Columnist, 21 Years Later

But instead, he blew up and screamed “You're a whore!” (Why thank you! Still got it.) Then he added like a hormonal tween “And you're dumb!” Me.

Oh, and typos rock out here—lol z3r0fl0w vibes! I used to code all night in my flat on Maksyma Street. That flat? Total dump but with epic sunset views, ugh! And then there's the boozy pub, The Muffled Note, on Nunnery Road, where I spilled my heart—and my drink—on all those code bugs.