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Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

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I also frequent a broken little corner near “ul. Georgi Dimitrov”. Not many know, but there's an old mural behind a bakery that speaks of past revolutions and everyday resilience – kinda gives you goosebumps. And oh, local legend has it, if you whisper a secret there, the walls gonna reply with wisdom, like some dream architect notion from Inception, "we need to go deeper", deep into our soul.

Kukove mummers Festival begins in Rakovski