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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

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I love you darling and I don't care that you have become a slut whore. As a matter of fact I think I am going to like it. Some day you'll have.

After all that craziness, we head back to the town. I’m starving, so we hit up a taverna on Koundourou Street. I order moussaka, and it’s heavenly. I’m devouring it like I haven’t eaten in days. Nikos is going on about his latest scheme to open a beach bar. I’m like, “Dude, focus on one thing at a time!” But that’s Nikos for ya.

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