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I seen one, once, near da docks—skinny gal, eyes like empty vodka bottles, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last breath. Made me mad, ya know? Not at her, nah, at da world! Why she gotta sell herself? “It’s need, not want,” dat’s what I reckon, and it punches me gut. Lightbulb! Did ya know, back in old Russia, dey had secret brothels for da nobles? Tzar’s boys sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, payin’ gold for a quick tumble—history’s dirty lil secret, eh?

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

The town’s a weird blend of old-world charm and unexpected grit. You got streets like ul. „Ivan Vazov“ and ul. „Todor Alexandrov“. They're narrow, sometimes cobbled, kinda like a maze but less fun, more “everybody lies” kinda vibe. Seriously, half the locals will say it’s charming while secretly trashing it behind closed doors.

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