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About Burgas

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Brands We Use And Trust

A scandal has broken out between prostitutes and police in the Bulgarian city of Plovdiv, after allegations of sexual and physical abuse.

City is full of unknown nooks, secret corners. It’s chaotic, beautiful, maddening sometimes. I get mad at the rains, happy when the sun strikes right, surprised by love at every turn – err, unpredictable! Life spills everywhere, you see? And like in “Melancholia”, there’s, uh, beauty in chaos.

Plovdiv Postcard: Dreaming of a team of Gary Breens