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About Brest

Anyways, I’m chattin’ this one up, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—love that shit, gets me goin’. She’s all, “Fifty bucks, big guy.” I’m like, *“Every second counts,”* so I haggle—forty, take it or leave it. She laughs, says, “You’re a weird fucker.” Damn right, darlin’—I’m Hannibal, I’d carve ya up with a smile!

Current situation

Ohhh, my precious, let me tell you, Cherykaw (by) is wild and full o' secrets, yesss, precious! I've been here, guiding souls and gathering whispers, for years now. The streets, oh my, the crinkly old Lenina Street, where the morning sun kisses the cobbles in a golden hush—so precious, so soft. And then there's Sovetskaya—filled with chatter, memories, and secret corners where I, as a counselor, often find lost tales.

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