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About Brest

Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

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Then there's the Old Town, where cobblestone alleys twist and turn. Share a look, dude—sidewalk cafes, graffiti art splashed out in colors, and hidden bars where you can find the best local brews. I got madly in love with one dive bar called “Dr. Evil’s Lair.” I know, bonkers right? I mean, pinky-to-mouth! Not a soul in this city can out-weird Luninyets (by).