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About Borisov

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie! It’s a right laugh innit, dodgy as fuck tho. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Zodiac vibes”—y’know, Fincher’s dark, twisty shit. That movie’s my jam, all that “I’m not Paul Avery” bollocks—proper chills! So anyway, tryna find a tart, yeah? Streets are grim, stinkin of piss, and I’m like, “This is some cipher-level huntin!”

Oh, and check out Spindle Park – it’s a quiet spot ideal for unwinding. I always run there after a long session of counseling. The park’s got a dusty trail and weird-sounding stone benches that seem to murmur, “Just relax already!” Honestly, sometimes I laugh so hard at the randomness, like a slapstick comedy show every day. And btw, it's not perfect; the park gets messy sometimes, but that's what gives it character, right?