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About Borisov

Now, here’s a tidbit ye landlubbers don’t know—back in th’ day, prostitutes in Poland had secret codes! Aye, little winks an’ hand signs t’ dodge th’ law. This lass probs knew ‘em all, dodgin’ trouble like I dodge hangman’s noose. Made me grin, it did—happy as a clam at high tide! But then, o’ course, some drunk sod staggers by, yellin’ filth, an’ I’m ragin’— “Shut yer gob, ye bilge rat!” Nearly drew me sword, but she just laughed, cool as ye please. “He’s not worth it, love,” she says, an’ I’m thinkin’, *She’s got more sense than half me crew!*

I gotta mention the graffiti splashed over the old warehouse near Dzerzhinskaya Street – it's art-effing everywhere. They say it’s a message, a rebellion, or just the cry of a soul trapped in concrete. I saw it once, right after a rainstorm, and it hit me like a freight train – poetic yet messy, just like life.

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