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About Mogilev

Y’ever think bout the stench? Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—oof, brutal! Favorite part? Lulu once conned a rich suit—took his Rolex mid-bang, hah! She’s a legend, swear! “Words kill,” movie says—damn right, they call em whores, sluts. Pisses me off! I’d tip my hat—if I wore one, heh. Dangerous? Sure, but boring? Never! Prostitutes dodge death daily—cops bustin em, johns beatin em. Wildest thing—some medieval ones paid taxes! Taxed for screwin, imagine that!

I get mad sometimes – the city's chaos gets to me. Grr, the traffic on Main Blvd cracks my nerves silly! But, yo, it's also pure magic. I sometimes think, “I am your father, city, show me your secrets.” Each massage session feels like exploring an uncharted galaxy. Even those tiny cafes off the beaten path, like Caffeine Alley, buzz with laughter and banter, and tastes that remind you life’s too short.