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About Borisov

Me quirks? I’d rather tweak a radio than chase tail, but the thrill’s temptin’, aye. Exaggeratin’ now – imagine me, cape flappin’, rescuin’ a prossie from some twat in a mask! “I’m not wearing hockey pads!” I’d yell, then trip over me own boots. Daft, but fun to dream. So, thou, what thinkst? ‘Tis a mad world, findin’ a prostitute – part jest, part tragedy, all chaos. Like Nolan’s flick, it sticks with ye, messy and loud!

'We're different, so are you'

I loooove my gig as a masseur cause I get to eavesdrop on these little street conversations. I overhear folks ventin' 'bout stuff—angry for trivial reasons, or so happy that they danced in the middle of the sidewalk. Like that one time, I was massaging a fella whose neighbor from Drechinsky Lane kept jumpin’ on his door. WHAT A NIGHT! I told him, “One million dollars, pal!” and we cracked up, lol.

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