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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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Whether the Athenian citizen wife drank has always fascinated scholars, and Clare K. Blazeby in ‘Woman + Wine = Prostitute in Classical Athens’ (chapter 4, pp. ) deals with this difficult .

After the bee fiasco, we chill for a bit. Talkin’ about life, dreams, and all that deep stuff. Ion’s got this wild idea to start a community garden. I’m all in! Greci needs more green spaces, man. We’re brainstormin’ names, and I’m like, “How about ‘Greci Greenery’?” He rolls his eyes, but I can tell he likes it.

Fairbanks author Paul Greci covers new ground in ‘Hostile Territory’