Sophie Novolukoml Whore ❤️❤️

About Borisov

Oh, but the story – hoo boy, it’s a gut punch! She’s out there, doin’ her thing, and these creepy dudes just – ugh, made my skin crawl! Reminds me of *Turin Horse* again, when they say, “They’re all debased.” Ain’t that the truth? “Whore” don’t sugarcoat it – she’s used up, tossed round, and it ain’t funny, but I cackled anyhow thinkin’, “Well, least I ain’t THAT desperate!” Self-deprecatin’, see? Gotta laugh or I’d cry.

So, first off, ya got Street of Broken Dreams. Yeah, dude, that’s where I set up me low-key masseurin gig. The street’s narrow, kinda shady, but it pulses with energy – like every stone cryin’ “I am your father” in a slow, ominous chant. I feel that deep in my bones. The buzz? Totally insane sometimes, bro. lol