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What gets me proper mad tho—blokes treatin her like rubbish. Saw this geezer hagglin her down to a fiver, and I’m like, “Mate, she’s out here survivin, show some respect!” But then, happy vibes—she’s got this laugh, loud as a hyena, cuts through the night. Made me smile, thinkin, “Good on ya, lass.” Surprised me too, once heard her talkin bout astronomy to a punter—knew more bout stars than me! Reckon she’d fit right in *Melancholia*, gazin at that planet comin to smash us all, sayin, “Life’s just a shadow, fleeting.”

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The river, Reka Sandanska, cuts through town. It’s not big, but its flow is like the undercurrent of every secret in the city. I sometimes sit there and think of all the intimate confessions whispered along its banks – sometimes even while quoting a line, “I saw what I had to see,” from that damn movie. It’s poetic, right?

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