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About Burgas

Hehehe, why so serious? Prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere - streets, shadows, flickerin’ neon lights. Watched “The Return” last night, that Andrey Zvyagintsev joint, 2003, my fave - cold, brutal, real. Reminds me of this one hooker I met, Tanya, down by the docks. Eyes like that kid in the film, y’know, “Where’ve you been?” - lost, haunted, carryin’ too much. She was peddlin’ herself, fishnets torn, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap vodka and regret. Laughed in my face when I asked her price - “What’s it to ya, clown?”

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John Kuglin recounts the scandal that rocked The Richest Hill on Earth and for a time made Dimple Knees the most famous name in Montana.

I gotta say, the vibe of Montana, (bg) gives me chills sometimes – like those slow dreamy scenes from Apichatpong’s flick! I swear, at night, the dim streetlights on Stoyanov, they echo some mystical hum, like whispers, “the ocean in your soul!” It ain’t no kidding, makes me happy, makes me mad when the bigwigs try to change the vibe. They don’t get it, ya know?

Montana food banks bracing for impact of federal cuts