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About Gomel

Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, innit? Hides the muck of it all. I’m chattin’ her up, askin’ her name—Rose, she says. Prolly fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me some punter tried payin’ with a bleedin’ goat once—laughed my arse off! “A goat?” I says, “What’s next, a tank?” She’s cacklin’, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in shit.

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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.

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