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About Borisov

So, brothels, right? We hates it! All them painted ladies struttin’ about, fake smiles, eyes dead as fish. Been around forever tho—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, dirty drawings on walls, real classy, ha! Makes me skin crawl, precious, thinkin’ of them old geezers hagglin’ for a quick tumble. Grosses me out, it does—angry too! Why’s it gotta be so loud, so in yer face? Music blarin’, men laughin’ like hyenas, ugh!

Now, lemme tell ya bout the park – Greenwood Grove. It’s my secret happy place. I go there after long spa days to chill out and sip sweet tea. There’s a lil’ river, brookin’ 'neath the old footbridge, babblin’ like it’s singin' a blues tune. And who could forget the dirty little alley by River Road? Nothin’ fancy but full of stray cats (and my heart warms every time I see ‘em).

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