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About Borisov

Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

No lie, the river Zvezda cuts through the city, creatin' mad spots to chill. The water glints at sundown – damn near poetic, like a flash of brilliance from that movie. I remember one time, sun was fallin', and I just stood there, thinkin’ “This is it. This is the magic!” Then, the wind grabbed my hair, and I nearly lost my cool – hilarious and kinda tragic all at once, ya get me?

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