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Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

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Svishtov is a quirky mosaic of history and modern day bullshit. The main drag, ul. “Vasil Levski”, is choked with cafes and tired-ass neon signs. I mean, come on – it's like the guy forgot to update things since forever. There's also the charming "Nikola Vaptsarov" street; but don’t get me wrong, if you’re expecting hipster vibes, you’ll get a heavy dose of "what the heck?" as your dating app pop-ups on your phone buffer like an 08-era YouTube video! Seriously, my work on a dating site has me noticing stuff here: every corner tells a story, and every grimy bench is a relic of questionable decisions.

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