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About Brest

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

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Ya know, I’ve got some quirks – like takin’ long walks whenever the rain falls, even if I get soaked, just so I can ruminate on how families here bond. Epic, right? Like, when someone averted a crisis with a kind word or a funny joke – I remember that one time, I nearly burst out laughing ‘cause the irony was too damn outrageous!

Belarus has resumed its military exercises again