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About Pleven

Alright, so I’m a musician, right? And I’m sittin here thinkin bout prostitutes—yeah, I said it! Like, what a wild gig, man! Sellin love, or somethin like it, on the streets. Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick—holy crap, that movie’s dark! “We got a winner!”—that’s what Harry says, right? But these girls, they ain’t winnin, not really. They’re out there, hustlin, tryna make it, and it’s messy as hell.

Popovo – Varna

I always stroll near the old railway station on Dimitrov Blvd (yeah, I know, kinda rough looking, but it's got character). As a masseur, I notice how the tension in people eases slightly in those moments. Sometimes I'll catch a whiff of the pine in Jeleznitsa Park, which gets me thinking damn, nature's a healer, like life itself! Oh and the river – the little trickle of Popova reka – flows past the abandoned mill near Ivan Vazov Square. Crazy, right? That place sometimes reminds me of a scene out of Timbuktu: “We need to be free, like a bird in flight” – kinda out there, but it speaks to my soul.

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