Delilah Chania Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Patras

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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This is not hard to find: from the Square in the center of Chania, walk along Chatzimichali Giannari Str (on the side where Goodies is) and take the first proper street on the left .

Finally, I finish my meal and head back to the harbor. The stars are out, and it’s beautiful. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to wise old men, to kids splashing me. It’s all part of the adventure, right?

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