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About Thessaloniki

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

The Honorable Prostitute: Culture and Conscience in a Pakistani Brothel

I hit the streets of Perama, and it was like the city was buzzin’. You know that feeling when you step outside and the air’s thick with energy? Yeah, that. I strolled down Kifisou Street, dodging the usual chaos. Cars honking, people shoutin’, and the smell of souvlaki wafting through the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire.

David Tsirekas’ signature quirky dishes return to Petersham at Perama 2.0