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About Mogilev

Little known fact—did ya know some old brothel in Lys trains girls to cry on command? Tears fetch more gold than a tight arse, they say. Rose didn’t need that trick; her eyes sparkled with somethin’ real—anger, maybe, or just life. Made me think, ya know? All these blokes wantin’ her body, but nobody asked her story. Pissed me off, that did—how folks see meat, not soul. “I can’t do this no more,” she muttered once, soundin’ like Ennis again, all broke up inside. Surprised me, cos I thought she loved the game.

That's Mar--ina-Horka (by).