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About Mogilev

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Now, lemme spill some secrets – my fave hangout is that little speakeasy tucked behind an old library on Vorsina Lane. Not many know 'bout it! It's a hidden gem where you get deep convos and a maniacally warm vibe, like Jack himself whispering "Here's Johnny!" right in your ear. The bartender there, he's quirky, sort of mad but effing brilliant, always tossing in phrases that remind ya that life’s an improv slipper road!

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