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About Mogilev

Oh, and get this—heard from a mate, some prossies in Amsterdam keep tiny knives in their garters. Sneaky, huh? She didn’t, tho—too broke, too tired. I’d exaggerate and say she’s a fuckin’ warrior, battlin’ the night, but nah, she’s just tryin’ to eat. “I can’t stop, I can’t,” she’d whisper, straight outta Saul’s mouth. Broke my damn heart, mate. Still, I’d crack a grin, tell her, “You’re the queen of the gutter, babe!” Sarcasm’s my shield, y’see—keeps the gloom off.

The river, aptly called Stellar Creek, flows through the city. Its gentle murmurs, like whispers of secrets, remind me of cosmic timeouts. I've spent cool nights sittin' on its banks, starin' at the reflections, thinkin' "maybe this is where time truly melts."

Turkish swindler Sezgin Baran Korkmaz recounts how he befriended a former CIA director