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About Plovdiv

But real talk, it’s intimate, vulnerable,

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I gotta say, some streets like “Dimitrov” are pure nostalgia; rickety houses, old pub signs, smells that either remind you of grandma’s cooking or a damp basement – depends on your luck. The city's alive! And sometimes maddeningly so. Like, why must every cobblestone be so stubborn? It’s as if the Danube waved a magic wand and said, “Let there be chaos!” and then forgot to hit save.

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