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About Pleven

What gets me? The lies—everyone’s lyin’! Pimps, johns, even the girls sometimes. I’m mutterin’, *“Truth’s slipperier than a ghost monkey!”*—yep, Boonmee’s monkeys creep in my brain. I’m emotional, okay? Seein’ these gals, so young, it breaks my heart. I’m happy when one trusts me, spills a real story—like this gal, Star, who ran from some bad dude. I’m helpin’ her, thinkin’, *“Marge, you’re no hero, but try!”*

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.

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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