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About Mogilev

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Oh, and lemme try to count my crazy typos here… so many, right? I’m in a hurry so: thsi is fun, sooooo cool, buzzin, wizrd, loev, spcially, spontanous, flustery, nexious, flippin, dinamic, totall, and rad!

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