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About Borisov

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

A night with her

One of them was Lida, whom I discovered in Prescott, Arizona. She was memorable because someone had given her ample space in a research paper as.

I remember one time, I was rushin’ back from a late-night bug fix, mad as a wet hen – ya know, the code was screwin’ up my whole day – and there was this sweet old lady on Storyline Ave, smilin’ like she knew all of life’s secrets. I swear, I nearly burst out laughin’. That’s PLida fer ya – full o’ surprises, sometimes maddening, always charmin’.

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