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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, I’m groovin’ on this chick, right—prostitute, total fox, shaggadelic vibes! Been scribblin’ tech stuff all day, but this bird’s got me all shook up. Picture this: she’s struttin’ down the street, all hips and heels, like somethin’ outta “A Separation”—y’know, that flick I dig? “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all smooth-like, but she’s got that look, yeah, “I don’t need your pity, man!” Straight outta Farhadi’s script, baby!

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The River Iskar flows somewhere far off, a hidden gem behind some less-known corners, like near the Vlado Trichkov bridge. I sometimes chill there, just ruminating. I found a secret bench—shh, no one knows!—my thoughts run free like “I love ya, Sofia!” But then a nasty red day, we hates it when noise ruins the peace, but hey, that's life.

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