Ashley Myrina Brothel ❤️

About Athens

But let’s be real—shit gets dark too. Some joints? Straight-up cages. Girls trapped, no way out, pimps actin’ like gods. Makes my blood boil, man. Wanna storm in, Morgan Freeman style, narratin’ their doom: “And so, the wicked fell.” Ha! Bet they’d scatter like roaches. Still, can’t ignore the flip—some choose it, own it, flip the script. That’s the rub, ain’t it? Freedom or chains, all under one roof.

Married men are apparently quite fond of going to brothels, who knew?

I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Kallikrateia. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Ugh, it was like drinking liquid sadness. I mean, c’mon, Myrina, you can do better! I downed it anyway, because caffeine is life, right?

Limnos: the Greek foodie paradise you’ve never heard of