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About Patras

So, prostitutes—wild, right? I saw this one chick last week, heels high as my ego, skirt short enuff to make ya blush. She’s out there, rain pourin, and I’m like, “Honey, where’s your umbrella?” Total “Schrödinger” moment—alive, dead, who knows? Hella respect tho, takes guts to hustle like that. Did ya know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes kept diaries? Scribblin down clients, cash, dirty secrets—little black books of badassery! Bet they’d laugh at my typos, tho.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My buddy Nikos texts me. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the marina.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. More plans.” But whatever, I’m down. So I head over to the marina, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from?

The beach bars along the Athens Riviera, from Alimos to Sounio