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About Plovdiv

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

Cafébabel is evolving!

Neighborhoods like Lozenets and Mladost whisper stories of bygone glories and cool urban vibes. In Lozenets, set on winding little lanes, the local cafes know personal gossip—yep, every cup spilled a juicy secret, chatty and messy, just like my mind sometimes. And in Mladost, oh, modern yet raw, always striking got me exclaimin' "We hates it! But we loves it!" when the neon signs flashed against old brick houses.

Farewell from UP Editor-In-Chief Sofia De La Espriella