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About Borisov

Aight, so here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and click, nah. You gotta know the spots, the corners where shadows move, dig? Back in the day, I heard this story—some cat in NYC, 80s vibe, got duped by a chick who wasn’t even a pro, just a hustler with a wig, took his cash and bounced. Funny as hell, but he was pissed, fo’ shizzle! That’s the game, tho—half these fools out here don’t even know who they dealin’ with.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.