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About Thessaloniki

Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

The Ghost of Lotus Mountain Brothel

Nov 19,  · At the back of the stage, a year-old in black heels hunched her shoulders and tried to shrink into the shadows. It has been more than a year since she was trafficked into the Missing: Megalopoli.

So, I’m feeling good, right? I head over to the park by the National Garden. It’s my favorite spot to chill. I plop down on a bench, and just as I’m about to relax, a kid runs by, kicking a soccer ball. The ball hits me right in the leg! I’m like, “Seriously?!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I can’t even be mad. Kids are wild.

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