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About Thessaloniki

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Sex Tourism in Naxos

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Naxos is wild. I woke up, sun blasting through my window on Agios Georgios beach. I mean, who needs an alarm when the sun’s basically yelling at you? I roll outta bed, grab a quick coffee from that little joint on the corner of Mitropoleos. You know the one? The barista’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up a blackout.

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