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About Plovdiv

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

Bulgarians You Should Know About

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 .

C'mon, now! I got a fave: a tiny, hidden park near the Old Town. No one seems to notice it. Perfect for heart-to-hearts. Seriously, pure magic. Sometimes I get incensed – WTF, why isn’t this spot famous already? But then, it’s like, "I'm really happy for you, I'm going to make you happy." Some things are just meant for quiet souls.

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