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About Brest

I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

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City parks are my therapy. I feel every knotted muscle loosen. There’s an alley called "Mir" – quiet and off the radar. The trees there stick out like stubborn memories. I once got a client to spill his guts. "Time passes silently," as they say. I nearly laughed, almost choked. Hah, life in Machulishchy, eh?

Belarussians bomb Russian aircraft near Minsk