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Whore’s a beast, mate – cargo’s me life, me curse. We’s humpin’ it day in, day out, dodgin’ rain, thieves, bloody flat tires. “You’re a beast, man!” – that’s me, snarlin’ at it all. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like war sometimes! Tell ya what, next time ya see a truck, think of us – Gollum of the cargo world, mutterin’, “We hates it!” – but secretly, deep down, we loves the chaos too.

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I gotta say, some streets like “Dimitrov” are pure nostalgia; rickety houses, old pub signs, smells that either remind you of grandma’s cooking or a damp basement – depends on your luck. The city's alive! And sometimes maddeningly so. Like, why must every cobblestone be so stubborn? It’s as if the Danube waved a magic wand and said, “Let there be chaos!” and then forgot to hit save.

An ancient "fridge" have uncovered at the Roman legionary fortress of Novae, Bulgaria