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About Brest

Sometimes Mr. T wonders—why’s it gotta be so rough? Gets all deep, then—bam!—remembers some sleazy dude hagglin’ prices. Cracks him up, yo! Cheapskates with no game, pitiful! Mr. T’d tell ‘em, “Step up or step off, fool!” Anyway, prostitutes, man, they’re survivors. Respect ‘em or get wrecked—that’s Mr. T’s word!

Oh, and the park – Zzzaliv Park. I mean, it’s our city’s gem. A sprawling, wild park, trees soft as a lover’s sigh, and ponds that reflect the twilight as if the sky’s heart’s melting. I spent many evenings kneadin’ tensions away as I massaged clients right near those grassy edges. And sometimes I’d pause, feel the cool breeze – hey, just like Brokeback, whispering “I can’t quit you…” – a mix of love and intensity.