Introduction

For anybody who don’t know me, I’m from Pleven… yeah, that city so “famous” even Google Maps be like “nah bro, you sure you wanna go there?” 😭 The GPS in your car don’t even wanna take you, it be like “you still got time to change your mind, my guy.”

We close to Romania, right? Yeah… we basically got the worst from both sides. Bulgaria don’t claim us, Romania look at us like we some straight-up losers. And honestly… they ain’t even wrong 💀

So what you do in Pleven? Oh we got OPTIONS, bro. You can be a street gangster, a full-time junkie, or one of them dudes tryna leave Pleven but somehow always end up right back here… yeah, that’s me. Or you can just sit at home all day beating your meat like it’s a full-time job, or smash girls who be so down bad they just throwing it at anybody walking by

For the young dudes, future politicians, corrupt businessmen and all that, fighting is basically the city’s favorite sport. Forget football, we throw hands out here. That’s tradition 💯

Now if you lucky enough to steal a car from somewhere in Western Europe and trick it out a little, street racing at night? That’s the main event. But nah, don’t think Fast & Furious… this more like Broke & Confused 💀 low budget, extra trashy version.

Me? I tried going to school. There’s like… one. Choices real limited but hey, “top quality” right? Teachers don’t last more than a semester, either they end up in the hospital or they run away the second the year ends, disgusted as hell.

Now I work construction and train boxing. That’s one thing Bulgaria really got—a strong tradition. Some countries got art, medicine, history… we got hands. We really good at beating the hell outta each other 🥊

But yeah… that’s it. The rest don’t even matter anyway.

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