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So, brothel—let’s dive in, kiddo! Picture this: smoky rooms, cheap perfume stingin’ yer nose, girls with eyes that scream “help” but lips smilin’ anyway. Makes me wanna puke sometimes, seein’ the fakes. But then—bam!—it hits me, the hustle’s real! These joints were goldmines back in the day. Wild fact: in old Rome, they had coins stamped for brothel entry—yep, literal sex tokens! No cash, just clink-clink, yer in! How’s that for a loyalty card, huh?

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Brothel in Heraklion I had always noticed the Pompeii like mosaics, and the moaning, but just noticed that if you get close enough to the moaning you can actually see them fucking through .

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I thought I was in a sunny paradise, not a water park! I ducked into a random taverna on Xanthoudidou Street. I ordered some moussaka, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. I was sitting there, watching the rain, and feeling all cozy. But then, the power went out! I was like, “Great, just great.” But the locals? They just laughed and kept eating. I guess that’s how they roll in Irakleion.

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