Amelia Mytilene Whore ❤️

About Heraklion

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Operation Mytilene, a novel, and the place where we begin, a critical reflection

Mytilene was one of the last non-tributary members of the Delian League which sent its own warships manned with Mytileneans to fight alongside the Athenian fleet. Mytilene was also distinguished from other Athenian allies because it was ruled by an oligarchy, not a democracy. [3].

So, I head home, exhausted but kinda happy. I mean, yeah, it was a crazy day, but that’s life, right? Just another day in Mytilene, where the streets are old, the cats are sneaky, and your buddy might just steal your coat for a laugh. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Earthquake hits Lesvos island