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About Athens

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

English Girls Agrinio

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my little room on Koryfi Street, right? The sun’s blasting through the window, and I’m like, “Ugh, not again.” But hey, I’m a Geisha, gotta put on that smile, right?

Agrinio: Trapped between past and future