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Happy though? Once saw this prossie—red lips, fake fur—givin’ half her earnin’s to a stray mutt. Feedin’ it scraps, cooin’ soft. Melted me cold heart, it did. “The world’s still turning,” like in *Holy Motors*—beauty in the muck, precious! Surprised me too—didn’t think they had it in ‘em, all hard-edged and sassy. Guess they’re human, eh? Not just meat for sale.

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Hey, listen up mate! So, I'm a masseur in Popovo, and lemme tell ya—this town's got soul, ok? You gotta check out ul. „Hristo Botev“—down there, it's all streets, locals, and buzzing chatter. And oh man, the mama of all landmarks? The ancient clock tower on Varna street. You shall not pass, I say! Like Gandalf in his prime—"You shall not pass!"—and trust me, it's not just a line; it's an ethos here in Popovo, bro.

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