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About Sofia

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

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Sometimes, when I'm massaging a client, I think of all these little details – like how the slight breeze flows under your fingertips – it's almost poetic. And yeah, sometimes I get sarcastic, like "Oh great, another day in blissful Dupnitsa!" Even when a typo on a sign makes me frown, I laugh it off. I mean, life’s messy, right?

The landfill in the Zlevo area near Dupnitsa auto-ignited