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About Heraklion

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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First stop, the local market on Agios Pavlos Street. I’m there to check out some fresh produce for my research. I’m strolling through, and boom! I bump into old Mrs. Katerina. She’s got this massive basket of veggies. I mean, seriously, how does she carry that? She starts lecturing me about her tomatoes. “These are the best in the whole city!” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, sure, Mrs. Katerina, but I’m here for science, not a tomato contest.”

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