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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Been readin’ up, ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ Resnik now, diggin’ into shit. Anyway, this one time, I’m watchin’ “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” fuckin’ masterpiece, and it hits me – them slow, dark vibes, it’s like watchin’ a hooker’s life unfold, ya know? That line, “The dead don’t talk,” man, it’s stuck in my head. Prostitutes, they’re like that – silent stories walkin’ ‘round, fuckin’ ghosts in heels.

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There’s this hideaway park – “Zhelyazna Gradina” – where the trees, oh man, speak to me fluidly like memories. I once had a counselling session there that turned into a life-changing heart-to-heart. Cute? Yes. Quirky? Yes, but real in every sense. Sometimes, I'd just lean back and watch the shy river “Maritsa” flow gently nearby. The river whispers secrets, you know? Just like those phrase: "You're waiting for a train," but not really a train – more like a chance in life.

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