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About Patras

Stinks though, don’t it? Sweat, cheap perfume – ugh, me nose was dancin’ a jig! Fell over a bin once, peekin’ in – rubbish everywhere, me sprawled like a twit. “If you stand still, the beast gets you!” – ha, stood still too long, got a whiff of somethin’ rancid! Reckon brothels got stories, mate – dark ones, funny ones. Ever hear bout the one where a punter left his false teeth? Found ‘em next day, chattin’ to a lamppost – pure gold!

Serres Discreet Hookups

First off, I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish are my jam. But today? Today was all about the chaos. I hit the streets of Serres, ready to check out the local fish market. You know, the one on Egnatia Street? Yeah, that place is a treasure trove. But when I got there, it was like a scene from a bad movie. Fish everywhere, people yelling, and the smell? Ugh, let’s just say it was “fishy” in the worst way.

Repetto and Marine Serre Talk Craftsmanship, Sustainability and the Power of Collaboration