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About Borisov

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, ya know, like ya do when yer a radio op chatterin’ away. I love me that flick “Ten” by Abbas Kiarostami—deep stuff, doc! This one gal, a prostitute, she’s ridin’ in a car, spillin’ her guts, and it hit me hard. “Life is a game,” she says, laughin’ bitter-like, and I’m like, whoa, that’s dark, toots!

Background

A prostitute stops screwing you after your death, unlike lawyers.

The neighborhoods burst with energy. There's the bohemian vibe of the Old Quarter near Lenin Square. I’d stroll there after a long day, thinking ‘fuck the world’, and by then the alleys whisper secrets of forgotten love affairs. Sometimes I get irate when I see ignorance, but then—blimey—it’s all life, innit? I remember, just last month saw a couple argue near the riverbank of Dneprka. I was like “What is dis?!” Then felt a flash of inspiration for a kinky study I’m workin’ on.

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