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About Brest

D’oh! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there! I’m thinkin’, jeez, it’s like tryna erase Marge from my brain—ya know, like in *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. “Clementine, I’m comin’ for ya!”—but nah, it’s just me, Homer, stumblin’ through Springfield’s shady streets. I’m all, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—yeah, right, tell that to my dumbass self lookin’ for a quick thrill.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.