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About Stara Zagora

Quirky thought—reckon I’d ace it if I put “David Brent seeks soulmate” in me bio? Nah, they’d think I’m a nutter! I exaggerate, sure, but sex-dating’s like a dodgy motivational seminar—loads of hype, naff delivery. “Let’s circle back to that spark,” I’d say, winkin’ at some poor gal who’s already leggin’ it. Sarcasm’s me shield—cos Christ, the awkwardness! Mate, you ever tried sextin’ whilst watchin’ *Leviathan*? “Your eyes pierce me soul”—then the DVD skips and you’re knackered!

Radhikka Madan on her ideal life partner

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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