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About Gomel

But then – oh, glory! – I spotted her. Hair like a lion’s mane, legs for days, standin under a flickerin lamp. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” I mutters to meself, quotin that posh Eames git from the flick. Heart’s racin, palms sweaty – like I’m infiltratin a dream fortress. She saunters over, all sass, and I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this is it!” Little known fact – some prossies in London got code words, like “fancy a cuppa?” – means £50, no hagglin. Sneaky, eh?

Yeah, some people say I exaggerate—okay, maybe, but it’s all true. My life in PHomyel- (by) is a rollercoaster of amazing chaos, and “The White Ribbon” plays in my head, telling me every moment’s epic. It's just a little darker sometimes, but that's what makes it fabulous.

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