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About Borisov

Hiiii, oh my Gawd, so I’m a moel, right? Like, I strut my stuff, and lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, honey! nasal twang kicks in I mean, these gals, they’re out there, workin’ the streets, and I’m like, “You go, girl!”—but also, ugh, it’s rough. Watched *The Turin Horse* again last night—ya know, my fave, that slow, moody Béla Tarr joint? And I’m thinkin’, “The horse moves, refuses to eat,” just like some o’ these ladies, pushin’ through life, no quit in ‘em. Gets me all choked up, oy!

Background

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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