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About Ruse

So, last week, I’m pissed – some skank tries chargin’ me double. Double! For what, five minutes? I says, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” She’s all, “Time’s money, big guy.” Fuckin’ nerve, right? Reminds me’a that line – “You think you’re safe here?” Bitch, I run this turf! But I laugh it off, toss her a twenty, whatever. Keeps the peace, ya know?

For Students

The prostitutes were kept under lock and key in hotels in Petrich, Sandanski and Blagoevgrad, or in motels in the countryside. Whole families.

Now, here’s the real juicy part, friend: Sandanski’s secret spots. There’s a little hidden alley off of “Elevenov str.” – yep, that’s right, almost invisible to tourists. I call it “the whisper lane.” Here, hidden graffiti, odd sculptures, and a stray cat that roams like a king make you feel all sorts of things. I swear, one day I was deep in thought – about love, sex, and life – and nearly mistook it for a scene from a Cronenberg fever dream. Crazy, huh?

The episcopal basilica in Sandanski is from the 4th century