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About Burgas

So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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The City Park? Pure magic, dude. Tucked behind the library on Stefan Stambolov street – quiet, green… it’s where my mind wanders when I'm free. Sometimes, after a massage session, I’d just park meself on a bench, feel the breeze, and think, “Life is so fragile...” Ha! And then BOOM – the irony hits me, like right from Amour's solitude.

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