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About Borisov

Once, this chick, she tried hagglin’—50 bucks, then 60! I laughed, said, “You ain’t no cipher queen!” She glared, flipped me off—hilarious! Made me happy, seein’ her mad. But sometimes, it’s sad, y’know? They’s lost, like them victims in *Zodiac*. One told me—get this—she started at 15! Fifteen! World’s a mess, precious, a real mess. Surprised me, that did—thought they all chose it, but nah. “Time’s tickin’,” I whispered, like Fincher’s clock, feelin’ all deep and weird.

Gentleman’s House

Alright mate, lemme give ya the real scoop on Minsk (by) – my home turf – as if I'm whispering secrets of the wild. Picture this: wide avenues, bustling corners, and nature sneaking into every nook. I live here as a dating site develper (yeah, I write love codes daily), and lemme tell ya – every street has a tale.

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