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Some fools judge ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, tho! Everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, right? I’m happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the game. Like, bro, they’re tax-free entrepreneurs! Beat that, Wall Street! Once saw this gal—red heels, smokin’ a cigar—fuckin’ surreal. Thought I was trippin’, like, “Is this *Carol* IRL?” She yelled, “Get outta here, weirdo!”—cracked me up, man.

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I used to bring my clients here. We’d stroll down Dimitar Peshev Street. Some folks say, “Honey, it’s our therapy session on the move!” And I say, “Yes, darlings, you deserve some nature!” There’s a tiny, hidden cafe off Ivan Vazov Cave Street. Seriously, best coffee you ever had. I sometimes laugh, like Fran Drescher, “Oh, darling, it’s fabulous!” Even the regulars there give me that “You must be kidding!” look.

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