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About Chania

So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

Brothels: houses which stood the test of time

There are at least 2 small hotels for hookers(you are not going to see a hooker at the streets or anything like that) in a big and touristic road like athinas.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Leoforos Poseidonos, and the sun’s shining like it’s trying to blind me. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But then I see the beach, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe you can stay bright.” The waves were crashing, and I could smell the salt in the air. It was dope.

A tiny flat in Alimos by architect Federica Scalise