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About Mogilev

Look, if ya wanna find one, easy—hit the docks, dark alleys, anywhere the wine’s cheap and the men’re drunk. They’re like those spirits floatin’ round, poppin’ up when ya least expect. One time, this cheeky tart tried hagglin’ with me—ME!—over a job. Told her, “I don’t pay for filth,” and walked off laughin’. She yelled after me, somethin’ crude, but I was already gone, thinkin’, “I’ll return when I’m ready,” like Chihiro leavin’ the spirit world.

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Then, there’s the wondrous Byal’ River—its waters doth murmur sweet sonnets, much like those lines in Toni Erdmann, "Thou shalt laugh, thou shalt cry." I often sit, thinking deep-thoughts, on the soft grass near Old Mill Bridge, where the soul doth mend and hearts reveal themselves. Honestly, man, it's like soul therapy in nature!

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