I am the quaint Old Town district. I consist of the five blocks of original 15th-18th century architecture the Nazis missed.
Leave my environs and find yourself in a grim hellscape suggestive of Camden, NJ, only without the glamour.
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I am the quaint Old Town district. I consist of the five blocks of original 15th-18th century architecture the Nazis missed.
Leave my environs and find yourself in a grim hellscape suggestive of Camden, NJ, only without the glamour.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | December 18, 2019 1:16 AM |
I am the local liquor. I am made by straining an old boot through gasoline. Or at least I taste that way.
The traditional way to drink me is to take four consecutive shots and then light your belch aflame while singing the National Anthem.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | December 16, 2019 6:14 AM |
I am a quaint peasant dance involving 17 virgins, a nose flute and the pepper harvest.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | December 16, 2019 6:15 AM |
I am Soviet-era architecture. To look upon my meaty trimmings is to suddenly understand why so much of South Brooklyn looks like a wedding cake threw up.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | December 16, 2019 6:16 AM |
I'm consonants!
by Anonymous | reply 4 | December 16, 2019 6:16 AM |
I am the noted national poet Igryr Vkrytqyuprnmx. My best-known poem "Klln derf Yudn" is still popular with beer garden crowds.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | December 16, 2019 6:18 AM |
I'm fermented fish heads served on a bowl of cold oatmeal.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | December 16, 2019 6:19 AM |
I am the spectacular subway stations. Because the one train is usually about an hour late so you might as well have nice surroundings.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | December 16, 2019 6:20 AM |
I am Bratislava! Come visit me this winter! We have many foods consisting of cabbage and sausage. Don't ask what sausage is made of. Better not to know. Also, do not worry if cabbage glows a little. It is normal, for sure. Many times we sing the song of the glowing cabbage which totally existed before new chemical plant collapsed into river.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | December 16, 2019 6:21 AM |
I’m the absence of Jews.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | December 16, 2019 6:23 AM |
I'm the black per--
by Anonymous | reply 10 | December 16, 2019 6:26 AM |
[R9] Ironically, I am the presence of levels of antisemitism that would make a Klan member blush
by Anonymous | reply 11 | December 16, 2019 6:27 AM |
I am soot. Sometimes I am grit on the window. Sometimes I am a dessert topping.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | December 16, 2019 6:28 AM |
I am the grand department store KVVDRAV, fronting People's Plaza Square. I am full of old boots for the local liquor.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | December 16, 2019 6:29 AM |
I wouldn’t call it ironic, R11.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | December 16, 2019 6:30 AM |
I am tasty wiener.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | December 16, 2019 6:30 AM |
I am a nightclub in a basement. I consist of 62 dented folding chairs and a phonograph record.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | December 16, 2019 6:31 AM |
I am the one third of the city that has never rebuilt and bears the scars of bombing 75 years ago. The new city built around me as I was too expensive to restore.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | December 16, 2019 6:31 AM |
I am lace curtains.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | December 16, 2019 6:32 AM |
I'm the bulwark against invading muslim hordes in the middle ages and the reason Western Europe still exists.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | December 16, 2019 6:32 AM |
I am peasant girl in red dress bearing gift of ample plums.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | December 16, 2019 6:34 AM |
I am the opera house shaped like a cement waffle iron.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | December 16, 2019 6:34 AM |
I am new skyscraper built by the local blood-drinking oligarch. I am made of brightly colored plastic chrome. I contain luxury hotel and casino. Also? Severed head and limbs of former business partner, cleverly concealed in foundation.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | December 16, 2019 6:37 AM |
I am a variant of Turkish coffee that is one of the remaining cultural influences from decades of Islamic rule.
I'll knock your dick in the dirt.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | December 16, 2019 6:38 AM |
I'm the perfectly legal homophobia and gay-bashing.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | December 16, 2019 6:41 AM |
I'm the refreshing lack of negroes.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | December 16, 2019 6:44 AM |
I'm the level of hatred for black people so profound you'd think Hitler was Nigerian.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | December 16, 2019 6:46 AM |
I am an ancient babushka wearing a babushka and bringing home my dinner in a cloth bag made from a second babushka.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | December 16, 2019 6:48 AM |
I am Vlad the Unseated. I was the ancient ruler of this realm. My reign involved atrocities beyond the telling of them. I have inspired three shitty death metal bands and a terrorist movement.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | December 16, 2019 6:50 AM |
I'm still nicer than almost any US city with better looking and healthier young people.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | December 16, 2019 6:51 AM |
I am the beloved local candy, KRAK. I am made by combining molasses with roofing tar.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | December 16, 2019 6:53 AM |
I am Google Earth.
I am the easiest way to prove that R29 is wrong.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | December 16, 2019 6:54 AM |
I am where Bel Ami gets its twinks.
Hey - sucking dick means protein calories.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | December 16, 2019 6:54 AM |
I'm the hooker working the streets who made it BIG time in the U.S. of A.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | December 16, 2019 6:55 AM |
I'm a bag of potatoes.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | December 16, 2019 6:55 AM |
I'm fat fingered Americans trying to order a Miller Lite at the bar.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | December 16, 2019 6:57 AM |
I'm these shoes, worn by the hotel maids (working in a hotel that hasn't been renovated since 1985).
by Anonymous | reply 36 | December 16, 2019 6:57 AM |
I am the People's Boulevard. I am essentially a thirty-lane road cut through the oldest part of the city and lined with housing made out of leftover yams.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | December 16, 2019 6:58 AM |
I am the Baroque cathedral. I am either alone and unloved or hastily restored by the local fascists.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | December 16, 2019 6:59 AM |
I’m the burgeoning art scene in the ugly, desolate new town. I was mentioned in a “48 hours in....” article. When you go there, you will find a local photography studio (closed that day) and a tiny hipster cafe run by a guy who lived in Berlin for a few years.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | December 16, 2019 7:00 AM |
I'm now an EU member and can live and work in 27 diverse countries.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | December 16, 2019 7:01 AM |
I am the local pop diva. I am essentially a slightly dumpy call girl wearing clothes mafia housewives would think a little tacky.
I sing in English as I'm hoping for crossover appeal with a currently (and to remain so) non-existent American fan base, but my grasp of the language would be exceeded by the average Japanese T-shirt.
My new single, "Kaka for Love Bug" is due next month!
by Anonymous | reply 41 | December 16, 2019 7:03 AM |
R40 Not the UK soon.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | December 16, 2019 7:04 AM |
I'm the murder rate much lower than any US city of comparable size.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | December 16, 2019 7:09 AM |
I'm Boris, seething with rage.
Hi Boris!
by Anonymous | reply 44 | December 16, 2019 7:10 AM |
Hi [R43]!
I'm the fact that between the concentration camps, the power plant meltdown and the brain drain, there's nobody left to kill.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | December 16, 2019 7:12 AM |
I am the Soviet-era sardine-canning factory. For 50 years I made sardine cans.
If we ever see a sardine, boy will we be ready!
by Anonymous | reply 46 | December 16, 2019 7:15 AM |
America keeps killing transwomen and sex workers and Datalounge doesn't care.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | December 16, 2019 7:15 AM |
I’m the old lady who punched Lindsey Lohan when she tried to kidnap my son.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | December 16, 2019 7:15 AM |
Gee Boris, you seem to be short-circuiting there! You okay?
Putin give you a cup of tea recently?
by Anonymous | reply 49 | December 16, 2019 7:17 AM |
No SJW's here. Feel free to joke and laugh.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | December 16, 2019 7:18 AM |
I'm a Central European city often mistaken for Eastern European.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | December 16, 2019 7:21 AM |
I'm the person who doesn't know that most EE countries don't like Russia and Russia doesn't like them.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | December 16, 2019 7:22 AM |
I am the local musical instrument a variation of the bagpipes.
When I am played, I sound like someone is blowing lava up a donkey's asshole.
And I am never not being played.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | December 16, 2019 7:29 AM |
I am the local posh restaurant. I am the scene of many a shootout between warring organized crime factions. I blame the local thugs' fascination with "The Godfather".
by Anonymous | reply 54 | December 16, 2019 7:30 AM |
I am one cubic ton of chandelier.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | December 16, 2019 7:30 AM |
I am the virulent contempt with which the locals treat every single person they encounter every single fucking day of their lives, whether visitor or fellow citizen.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | December 16, 2019 7:32 AM |
I'm 80s hair.
Thanks, I'm doing really well!
by Anonymous | reply 57 | December 16, 2019 7:32 AM |
Hi everyone, I'm [R27].
When I said I was an ancient babushka wearing a babushka and bringing home my dinner in a cloth bag made from a second babushka, I didn't mean to imply the cloth bag was made from a second old lady, only dead. No, the cloth bag is made from a second head scarf. My lunch is the second old lady, only dead.
I found her in the elevator. Bit of a blast from the past. We used to call it Leningrad pork.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | December 16, 2019 7:39 AM |
I'm Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaszil...
Where hearts were entertained in June...
by Anonymous | reply 59 | December 16, 2019 7:43 AM |
I am the truth and it was the Soviets and USians who bombed most of Eastern Europe.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | December 16, 2019 7:44 AM |
R48 That was in Paris and I was from the Middle East!
by Anonymous | reply 61 | December 16, 2019 7:51 AM |
I’m disappointed, as I came here to sample the prized local hog maw or knoblewurst.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | December 16, 2019 8:05 AM |
I am the swastika-painted, kicked-over stones in the Jewish cemetery.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | December 16, 2019 8:40 AM |
I'm a middle-aged, porcine, 4/10 American beta male who hasn't been laid since the 1980s without paying for it. I came here to find a mail order bride.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | December 16, 2019 12:26 PM |
[R64] President Trump! So good of you to stop by!
by Anonymous | reply 65 | December 16, 2019 1:07 PM |
I'm the Holocaust memorial that leaves out the fact that it was the local homegrown fascists who actually did much of the rounding up.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | December 16, 2019 1:21 PM |
I'm the opposition press. I've been put out of commission by the current "populist" regime but since there are multiple brands of cola for sale, as well as what appear to be election posters, American visitors will report that all that talk of a fascist revival is overblown.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | December 16, 2019 1:24 PM |
I am the tour of the Old Jewish Quarter.
Every American Jewish tourist who has ancestors from this part of the world will book me, thus guaranteeing a steady stream of income. And now that some hedge fund manager from Westchester has pledged money to restore the Great Synagogue, we should be able to ride this gravy train till our retirement.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | December 16, 2019 1:29 PM |
I am cement. Everything is made of me - mattresses, breakfast, toilet paper, the local currency.
Watch me crumble under the onslaught of minus 35F.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | December 16, 2019 1:39 PM |
We're the male order brides! Also known as "the entire female population, God willing."
We love you short time.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | December 16, 2019 1:40 PM |
I am the fact that despite the twee pre-war architecture and occasional facsimile of a decent pastry shop, I have never been anything but a crude backwater inhabited by hobgoblins.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | December 16, 2019 1:42 PM |
I am a vast pile of horseshit, otherwise known as [R60].
I'm the myth used by the local dictator to fan the flames of hate.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | December 16, 2019 1:44 PM |
I'm the honorable judges, investigative journalists, novelist-philosophers and academics who have either fled the country recently or met with several unexpected tragic accidents.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | December 16, 2019 1:45 PM |
I'm the glamorous nightlife. I consist of getting drunker than one normally does during the glamorous daylife.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | December 16, 2019 1:46 PM |
I am a surviving descendant of the local barony. I have returned to restore the castle on the hill. My presence casts a shadow over the city below not unlike that of Vlad Dracule. There is a reason for this that you will find out very, very shortly.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | December 16, 2019 1:49 PM |
I am snow. I am eight feet deep.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | December 16, 2019 1:50 PM |
I'm the 7 drunk guys from Manchester in the town's Irish pub. We're here on a stag weekend and we chose Plovdiv because it was the cheapest Ryanair flight available. We don't know or care what country we are in.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | December 16, 2019 1:52 PM |
If you do some blocking you will see that three posters are making up the bulk of responses in this thread.
by Anonymous | reply 78 | December 16, 2019 1:52 PM |
I am the unintelligible gibberish that is the local language.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | December 16, 2019 1:56 PM |
I'm the sad, shabby dilapidated formerly communist housing building, with dirty windows.
I bring sadness to tourists who thought this way of life was completely over and just a stereotype.
by Anonymous | reply 80 | December 16, 2019 1:57 PM |
[R78] What of it?
by Anonymous | reply 81 | December 16, 2019 1:58 PM |
I am Jackie Sparkles, show director at onliest gay bar in town. I do lip-syncing featuring anonymoose pop diva at R41, as well as superstar like such as Cserháti Zsuzsa, Kelly Marie, Penny McLean, and Shelley Brassey.
by Anonymous | reply 82 | December 16, 2019 1:59 PM |
I'm r60 with his "USians" bullshit that will never catch on.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | December 16, 2019 2:13 PM |
I am the overall creepiness of the woods surrounding me. Some of the more fanciful tourists attribute this to Nazi atrocities - "You can still feel it, can't you." In reality, it just toxic waste for the sardine factory. And, yes, you can feel and … smell it.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | December 16, 2019 2:18 PM |
I'm a perfect phone call, perfect I tell you, as perfect as the tiny little fingers that dialed me.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | December 16, 2019 2:19 PM |
I am Olga Ooh-la-la, beautiful Soviet spy.
Or at least I was back in 1943.
Now I sit at the back of a bar with a glass of absinthe before me all day.
The locals call me whore.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | December 16, 2019 2:20 PM |
I'm the Soviet jet airliner from the '60s turned into a diner.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | December 16, 2019 2:34 PM |
I'm Melania, taking a break.
by Anonymous | reply 88 | December 16, 2019 2:38 PM |
I'm a recruiter for BateBait, a porn company based out of Encino, CA. Searching for new gay4pay talent in the alleys of Butfukistania.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | December 16, 2019 2:45 PM |
I'm an eye-catching Art Nouveau shopfront with an intact "whiplash" interior. I was once a fashionable coffee shop where the city's demi-monde gathered. I am now either the same crap as every other dingy place or a nasty "high-end" cocktail bar catering to unbearable and overdressed American, German, Russian and Chinese visitors.
by Anonymous | reply 90 | December 16, 2019 7:11 PM |
I'm a vast Utopian Soviet mural done in bold colors and geometric shapes. I was intended to usher in a new era of fraternity, plenty and order.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | December 16, 2019 7:12 PM |
I am a farty little dented kiddie-car that passes for the taxi service. I was made out of the box a Mercedes comes in.
by Anonymous | reply 92 | December 16, 2019 7:13 PM |
At first the stench of smegma was overwhelming, but I'm getting used to it.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | December 16, 2019 7:15 PM |
I'm a brain-dead Seven Sisters junior on her JYA, skipping about completely fascinated by the few last shreds of 18th century opulence and marveling at how real and noncommercial everything is. I wonder why everywhere can't be this way. Ooh, look! Cobblestones!
by Anonymous | reply 94 | December 16, 2019 7:29 PM |
We are Magenta Malocclusions, local musical act competing of Eurovision Song Contest. Please be listening to winning entry, "Our Hams Grow Lovely by the Bay"!
(P.S.: We eject R41 for being really fat whore!)
by Anonymous | reply 95 | December 16, 2019 9:36 PM |
R83 I read Usians a lot in the local paper, maybe it will never catch on in the US but it has already caught on in other countries.
It is a good way to seperate the US from the rest of the American countries. Canadians, Usians, Mexicans, etc.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | December 16, 2019 10:23 PM |
But those other countries aren’t called America.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | December 16, 2019 10:31 PM |
I'm a stray dog. If you make eye contact with me, I will follow you for blocks
by Anonymous | reply 98 | December 16, 2019 10:45 PM |
I’m Candie’s shoes of 1980s vintage, worn by the more fashion-forward ladies.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | December 16, 2019 11:06 PM |
I'm 1993, the year many DLers last set foot in Eastern Europe.
They will be horrified to learn I happened almost 30 years ago!
But don't worry-- I look like I happened 20 years ago. (Or that's what everyone tells me.)
by Anonymous | reply 100 | December 16, 2019 11:16 PM |
I'm the Ticketing Officer ready to pounce when you've inadvertently forgotten to validate your train ticket
by Anonymous | reply 101 | December 17, 2019 12:48 AM |
I am the local language which consists entirely of consonants and overprinted symbols that creat more consonants. We have no vowels, no sub vocalizing. It’s entirely buzzing, trilling and making an odd coughing noise.
Printed, I look like two cats mated on a keyboard.
by Anonymous | reply 102 | December 17, 2019 1:02 AM |
I’m the slice of pizza bought at the train station and eaten with a generous squirt of ketchup.
by Anonymous | reply 103 | December 17, 2019 1:16 AM |
I am the living room walls painted chartreuse and the dining room walls painted lavender in four different apartments* shown to me, a prospective tenant, by a rental agent.
*in four entirely different buildings
by Anonymous | reply 104 | December 17, 2019 1:21 AM |
I am the restaurant wine glass styled after a beaker in a lab since customers will order wine by the milliliter.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | December 17, 2019 1:23 AM |
I'm bullet holes from the last student protest.
by Anonymous | reply 107 | December 17, 2019 2:19 AM |
I'm diesel exhaust.
Drink deep!
by Anonymous | reply 108 | December 17, 2019 3:22 AM |
I'm an astounding Constructivist/Art Deco/Bauhaus mish-mash dreamed up in 1922 by a beautiful but fevered revolutionary architect who died young in 1923. Although I am easily the best building in the entire city I am treated with indifference by the general public and sheer hatred by the corrupt developers, who wish to see me replaced with a bright pink apartment complex containing many, many, many white marble living rooms.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | December 17, 2019 3:25 AM |
I’m B.O., beer guts, hairy warts and hairy armpits and no jawline. I populate the male and female population generously.
I am also a track suit. I am worn to all special occasions.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | December 17, 2019 3:38 AM |
I'm a popular cable access program called "Gypsy's Kitchen".
by Anonymous | reply 111 | December 17, 2019 3:45 AM |
I am the animated statues of two guys pissing in front of the Kafka house.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | December 17, 2019 3:48 AM |
[quote]I am the local language which consists entirely of consonants and overprinted symbols that creat more consonants. We have no vowels,
I am the Finnish envoy, sent by my government to negotiate a bi-lateral trade agreement under which we would export our surplus vowels in exchange for some much needed consonants
by Anonymous | reply 113 | December 17, 2019 4:08 AM |
That was very funny R113
Comments like that are what makes DL special
by Anonymous | reply 114 | December 17, 2019 10:31 AM |
I am the city’s one gay club that’s only open on Saturdays. I am on a basement, pitch black, with a smattering of pale sour shrieking twinks, and music so deafening the landlord is suing for brick cracking.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | December 17, 2019 11:13 AM |
^post Industrial chic
by Anonymous | reply 116 | December 17, 2019 11:41 AM |
I'm the Australian tourists. Somehow we can walk into any of the local bars and giant cans of Foster's Lager magically appear.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | December 17, 2019 12:06 PM |
I’m the ennui.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | December 17, 2019 12:31 PM |
I have free health care, Europe wide passport free travel, and don't have to deal with black people.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | December 17, 2019 1:34 PM |
I'm black people. I don't have to deal with that cracker cunt [R119].
Sometimes it's the little things in life.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | December 17, 2019 2:42 PM |
I'm the vast decaying bathhouse used as a porno set. In the film I am full of glistening, moaning, interwoven twink flesh. In reality I am full of foot-rot and copper stains and the ugliest, hairiest, angriest straight men you ever saw.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | December 17, 2019 3:13 PM |
I'm licorice tea.
by Anonymous | reply 122 | December 17, 2019 3:14 PM |
I am a costly lace handkerchief that - vell, yah, yah, it is in her style - but it is not hers. I know my lady's things.
by Anonymous | reply 123 | December 17, 2019 3:16 PM |
I'm the scenic 18th century bridge spanning a tributary of the Danube. One of the last remaining examples of East European rococo. The grime on me dates from that time and is the reason I have not collapsed.
Tourists are advised to wear gas masks when crossing and not to look over the railing.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | December 17, 2019 6:57 PM |
I’m the bored Gypsy woman who’s begging for coins yet is scrolling away on a smart phone.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | December 17, 2019 7:50 PM |
I'm the fragrant frowsy middle-aged female travel writer on yet another sponsored freebie. I couldn't score an Emirates trip to gush about the romance of despotic desert kingdom air-conditioned malls, so I'm having to dredge up tosh about this soul sink. Last night at my wits end I allowed myself to be ravaged by a lumpenslav. It was the size of a cucumber. The breath smelt of gerkins and generational depression. This is what I, Freeda, the female Hemingway of airline journals, has been reduced to.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | December 18, 2019 1:16 AM |
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