Nadia Vrontados Whore ❤️

About Thessaloniki

Oi, mate, I’m da Arborist, ja! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh boy, lemme tell ya—dis is gonna be wild! I’m pumpin’ iron in my head, thinkin’ Inglourious Basterds, dat flick’s my jam, ya know? “We got a German here who wants to die for his country!”—hah, not today, whore ain’t dyin’, she’s hustlin’! I see dese girls, struttin’ streets, bold as brass, and I’m like—RESPECT, ja! Dey got guts, more dan some muscleheads I know.

The village of Vrontados in Cios

First off, I hit up the bakery on Kallistratou Street. Best bougatsa in town, no cap. I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, trying to be polite. But inside, I’m like, “Dude, I just want my pastry!” Finally, I get my hands on that flaky goodness, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

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