Sofia Aridaia Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Heraklion

Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

JADE 8PM- 5AM

Next, I decide to grab lunch at this taverna on Agiou Nikolaou. The food? Oh man, it’s to die for! I order moussaka, and it’s like a hug in a dish. I’m sittin’ there, just enjoying life, when suddenly, a cat jumps on my table! I’m like, “Bro, not cool!” But then it starts purring, and I’m like, “Okay, fine, you can stay.”

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