Esme Argyroupoli Brothel ❤️❤️

About Patras

So, brothels—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—ain’t that wild? I read once—think it was some dusty history book—that in ancient Babylon, they had temple brothels, like holy hookups or somethin’. Priests pimpin’ out gals for the gods—nuts, huh? Makes ya wonder what kinda radio signals they were tunin’ into back then—prolly static and moans! Hah! But real talk, I’ve seen some shady setups in my time—wires hangin’ loose, sketchy lights flickerin’—and brothels? They’re like that, but with people. Kinda chaotic, kinda alive.

Directions to Ρουφ station (Γκάζι) with public transit

When we entered the smell of BROTHEL hit our noses like a slap. The room was exctly what you would expect in a brothel with round bed, mirrors everywhere, red.

After that, I hit up the local market on Kifisias street. Man, the vibe there is always lit. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best olives you’ll ever taste. I’m loading up on some goodies when I bump into my buddy Nikos. He’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s a new taverna opening up on El. Venizelou street. I’m like, “Dude, we gotta check it out!” But then he tells me it’s a vegan place. I mean, c’mon! In Greece? What’s next, a souvlaki made of tofu? I can’t even.

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