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So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

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Then there’s the old neighborhood around the Kaloyanovo park – an eerie, wild spot by the Danube where old couples chat like it's the secret recipe for life. True story: once I sat there working, and an old guy told me, "Life's like Synecdoche, New York, innit? A bloody maze of memories and lost souls." I nearly spat out my coffee. Inspiring or depressing? Eh, depends if you're feeling poetic or pissed.

21 years since the tragedy in the River Lim in which 12 Bulgarian children lost their lives