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About Brest

I’m no creep, okay? Just curious—always wonderin’, what’s her story? Like, how’d she end up here, smokin’ cigs under a busted streetlight? Prostitution’s been around forever—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with freaky wolf pics on the walls? Wild shit! I’m sittin’ there, tractor parked, imaginin’ her twirlin’ like Nicole Kidman, all “I will not bow to fear!”—and I’m like, damn, that’s guts.

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The neighborhoods hit different too. Take, for instance, the old district around St. Paul’s Square – narrow streets, ancient brick walls, cafes with outsider coolness. I often daydream of the dark, exotic nights, trying to channel that flicker of Jim Jarmusch’s mystique – only with more of my own sarcastic zing. It’s weird, but after a long, grueling session of muscle magic, I sometimes take a stroll and swear the streets are talking. “Only Lovers Left Alive”, remember? Makes ya think.

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