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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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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.

165 years since founding of first chitalishte in Bulgaria