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She had this spark, tho—surprised me. Eyes like a hawk, missin’ nothin’. Reminds me of me, sniffin’ out weakness. I’d never touch her, nah, too much respect. Maybe I’d cook for her, tho—fava beans, chianti, the works. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d brag, and she’d probly laugh, call me a posh twat. Love that.

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Dimitra, but now I've become a whore.” Advertisement. SKIP ADVERTISEMENT. In Greece, prostitution is legal in registered brothels, though the.

Ya know, my job makes me notice tiny details—street murals, graffiti in corners, the way local vendors hawk their fruits with quirky style. I love those moments; it's like every face tells a story. And oh, the smells! Street food smells, too. You gotta try the gallo pinto at that tiny joint near La Iglesia. Pure heartbomb of flavor—I swear, “Where is the party? Come on, come on!”

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