Lucy Litochoro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Heraklion

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Litochoro Village

After the hike, I’m starving. I hit up this taverna on the corner of Agiou Nikolaou. Best souvlaki ever! I’m chowing down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Litochoro’s history. Apparently, it’s been around since forever. I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool!” But then he starts talking about the ancient gods, and I’m lost. I just nod and eat.

Getting there and getting around peninsular Greece