Angelina Lyuban Whore ❤️

About Borisov

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

I walk the cobblestones of Old Market too. It's rough, kinda edgy, but oh-so real. Every cracked stone tells a tale of fights, laughter, and street legends. Sometimes, I sit there, reminiscing bout my days coaching pleasure in this gritty paradise, half thinkin' all these shadows got more to say than I do on a windy night.

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