Esme Igoumenitsa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Heraklion

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Guide of Igoumenitsa

So, I’m walkin’ through the market, and I see this old lady haggling over some tomatoes. She’s like, “These are too expensive! I can get them cheaper in the next town!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s the freshest stuff you’ll find!” But she’s relentless. I love the spirit, though.

Ferry boats prohibited from sailing