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Once, I saw this gal—heels high, strut fierce. Thought, “She’s slayin’!” Like Nie Yinniang, “No fear, only purpose.” Made me grin—power in that. But ugh, creeps out there? Disgustin’. Stay safe, queens! I’d exaggerate, say they’re ninjas—dodgin’ cops, laughin’. Truth? It’s gritty, risky, real.

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In Bulgaria, prostitution, like corruption, is much more open. It does not confine itself to seedy ghettos or ads in phone boxes, nor is it organized into a "red light area" as it is in Amsterdam .

I gotta admit – sometimes I get so mad when the city is too noisy. People rush, and the calm is shattered. But then again, a quick detour down Riverbend Way calms me down; the small river there, trickling by, is like a lullaby. It struck me hard once when I saw an old man feeding ducks there. I remember thinking, “Silence is a friend, man.” Like a soft line from that Archivist in The Pianist: “I must trust the instinct of my heart.”

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