Rose Chyst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mogilev

Lemme tell ya, whores fascinate me. Not the judgy “oh no she didn’t” crap – nah, the real grit. Didja know, back in old Venice, courtesans ran the show? Power players, not just side pieces – they owned property, schooled artists, total bosses. Makes me happy, that kinda hustle! Pisses me off when folks still sneer, tho – like, get over it, prudes! Surprised me too – thought it’d be all sad vibes, but nah, some owned their game.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.