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About Brest

She’s prolly got a pimp, some greasy bastard—hate that. Wanna break his face, Bane-style. “Let’s not stand on ceremony, Mr. Wayne”—nah, let’s not, let’s just smash. She’s my fave kinda mess—gritty, real, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Ever think bout how she got there? Maybe ran from somethin worse—dunno, makes my head spin. Wanna ask her, “You ever dance, or just fuck?”—crude, sure, but I’m curious.

Now, lemme tell ya bout the park – Greenwood Grove. It’s my secret happy place. I go there after long spa days to chill out and sip sweet tea. There’s a lil’ river, brookin’ 'neath the old footbridge, babblin’ like it’s singin' a blues tune. And who could forget the dirty little alley by River Road? Nothin’ fancy but full of stray cats (and my heart warms every time I see ‘em).

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