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About Varna

Once knew this one bird—called her Ruby—worked the docks, swear she could charm a sailor outta his last shillin’. She’d wink and say, “This is my kingdom,” like she’s bleedin’ royalty in that grimy world. Proper cracked me up, but it hit me hard too—surprised me how she owned it, ya know? Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but bloody furious at the punters treatin’ her like dirt. I’m yellin’ in me head, “Oi, you sods, she’s worth ten of ya!”

How sexual slavery flourishes in Belarus at all levels

Oh, and did I mention the little-known, offbeat spot behind the community center? Near "ул. Слънчев бряг" (not the resort, no, silly) lies a hidden mural that tells love stories and heartaches in bold, twisted strokes. It's my secret rendezvous, my precious, where I go to rethink, to feel, to just be.

How Slava was saved from oblivion – the story of Bulgaria’s last submarine