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About Chania

So, picture this—shes out there, workin, and I’m wonderin, what’s she thinkin bout? Cash? Survival? Some john who stinks of cheap cologne? I heard once—little known fact—back in old Rome, prostitutes dyed their hair blonde to stand out, like some ancient neon sign. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin she mighta been a blonde last night, who knows! I’m gettin happy imaginin her sass, tellin off some creep—bam, “Get lost, pal!”—but then I’m pissed, cause society’s judgin her, callin her trash. Hypocrites, man, all of em.

Polikastro

Finally, I get him to calm down. I mean, I’m not a therapist, but I can listen. He starts talkin’ about how he moved to Polykastro for a fresh start. I get it, man. This town’s got charm. The old train station, the little cafes on the square, the way the sun sets over the hills. But dude, you gotta let it go!

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