Interior of a Bulgarian brothel. “Hello Darlings!” An old prostitute with the face of a worn out Ronald McDonald welcomes the curious customers, mostly student tourists unimpressed with the rest of the Bulgarian nightlife. It’s a fiery atmosphere. Soon enough, the students will be awkwardly forced to buy their “dates” the most expensive drinks in all of Bulgaria, all the while thinking they got to get out of this place, they ‘ve been there way too long and only went there in the first place presuming it would be funny. Far away, a heavy metal type with long red hair is on top of a hill overlooking a valley, practicing vocal harmonies with his hands spread out so he can really hit those high notes. Overall it’s been a good day. The air is warm even when the Sun is down and dirty pigeons line up comfortably along the edges of rooftops around the city.