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About Brest

Here’s a wild story—did y’all know some prostitutes in the old days used to hide cash in they hair? Like, wigs full of dollars! Ain’t that a trip? I was happy to get outta there, though—whole thing made me itch. I kept thinkin’, “The past is a hollow space,” like in the movie. Pookie’s past gon’ haunt him when he broke and scratchin’ tomorrow!

90-Second Survey

Some days, busy in the neighborhood of Zapadny, i see how life bustles even when ya just sit on a stoop watchin passersby. No matter what, women i counsel speak of their sorrows here – the city carries them like scars. Their stories, like quiet thunder, echo in quiet alleys. I walk by Lenina Street too; it’s not all doom – there’s a little cafe i adore. The owner always cracks a smile and, man, sometimes his laugh just saves my day.