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Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

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Look, don't expect perfection—Dalgopol is raw and spontaneous. You’ll bump into hysterical locals, find yourself musing on life’s crazy desires, and plunge into nights of unfiltered conversation. It's like living in one wild, messed up movie scene, with quotes echoing in every alley: “Sell me this pen!” represents every piece of creativity here.

Strong storm in Eastern Bulgaria on Saturday, two persons die in Shumen region