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About Mogilev

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, man. Like, back in ’03—same year as the movie—there was this gal, Cherry, near the ol’ ribbit pond. She’d wink at ya, sayin’, “Maybe we’re not lost anymore,” all smooth-like. I was like, whoa, she’s quotin’ Sofia Coppola at me? Made me hoppy, I tell ya! But then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls up. Pissed me off big time. I’m like, “C’mon, lemme have my moment!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, how I admire the hidden courtyard near St. Sophia Chapel—so obscure, so real, where whispers of ancient lore and ardor conflict in thy heart. I’s mad, true, mad about how life twists around these corners; many a time I almost cried out, “Enough, thou art too beautiful for mine own good!” and then laugh erratically, lol.

What seeing death has taught Australian neurosurgeon Charlie Teo about the fragility of life.