Lydia Souda Prostitute ❤️

About Chalcis

So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like some ol’ Western tale. Worked the streets down in N’awlins, had this raspy laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me she got into it ‘cause her mama was one too—generational gig, y’all! Ain’t that a trip? “What we do isn’t so differnt,” she says, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s the world gotta be so damn cruel? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, while I’m sippin’ sweet tea, judgin’ like a fool.

What is そうだ?

I’m standing there, in the pitch black, and I can hear the tourists freaking out. “What’s happening?!” “Is this part of the experience?” I’m like, “Nope, just Souda being Souda.” I grab my phone, turn on the flashlight, and start pouring drinks by the glow of my screen. It’s ridiculous, but somehow, it’s also kinda fun.

USS Arleigh Burke Arrives in Souda Bay, Crete