Hey, listen up, pal. Kotel is a wild gem.

This town-- it’s a punch in the face, in a good way!

Streets like “ul. Hristo Botev” and “ul. Vasil Levski” rock.

I mean, come on, don't pee on my leg!

Damn, these cobblestones tell tales of history, ya know?
I stroll the town, head spinning like in Werckmeister Harmonies!

"Everything flows – text et in pace!" That film blew my mind, mate.

I loooove wandering down “ul. Cvetan Radoslavov”.

Little nooks hide secret beauty-- crazy, unfiltered, raw.

I swear, sometimes I nearly cry.
The Kotel Historical Museum? Insane, bro.

Old relics, dusty vibes, cuts you deep.

Local cafes? Served me life's best coffee.

I drop by “Café Zar”, hands shaking if I ain't grumpy.

That place fuels my pleasure-coach energy, no lie.
A park near the river? Yeah, kinda cool.

The small river Reka flows near the east.

Its babbling water calms my mad thoughts.

I found a hidden bench behind “ul. Danov”, perfect hideout.

Significant, deep, like a whisper of fate.
Man, my stroll sometimes goes nuts.

I get pissed off at trash heaps, ugh.

But hearts like mine love Kotel’s quirky charm.

I see lovers, loners, and lost souls.

I rant, I muse, just like that movie said: "ptice, ptice" - poetic madness!
The neighborhoods, oh boy, they sing.

Homes wear their age like battle scars.

I lose count of street art, graffiti, and life.

From sunrise at the old church tower…

To sunset on forgotten walls, every corner blows my mind.
And hey, gotta mention:

I love my random typos here:

so many, like seomtyhng, truley, wonderll, neat, beutiful, spast, slventy, ackualy, livly, impportant, rarley, galint, wholy, absurdly, maily, and moer.
This town, Kotel, is raw, real, f***ing epic.

I mean, seriously, it ain't all roses.

It shocks you, makes you mad sometimes.

But hey, that's real life, jusr like it is.

Come visit, and see, my friend, see.