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About Rhodes

So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

Prostitutes Veria

Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe the different types .

After that caffeine disaster, I decide to stroll down to the ancient ruins. You know, the ones near the Byzantine walls? I’m all about that history vibe. But as I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even designed these streets? I’m pretty sure they were made for horses, not humans. I’m cursing under my breath, “Great, just great. Now I’m a tourist who can’t walk.”

A photo taken in Greece is falsely shared as the beautiful visual of the Agra-Lucknow Expressway in UP