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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothels, eh? Shocking stuff, innit? Me, Boris, a cashier by day—countin’ coins, baggin’ groceries—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, on this saucy business. Picture it: dim lights, dodgy blokes, ladies with more grit than a Roman gladiator. *Cave felis*, beware the cat, I say! Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, it’s all a bit grim, yeah? “Ass to ass!”—that line haunts me, proper dark, proper mad. Brothels ain’t all champagne and giggles, no siree.

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Jun 13,  · A client makes his way into a brothel in Athens. Most of the clients don’t know about the background of the women and girls, thinking that they are there because they chose .

He starts talking smack, and I’m just done. I’m like, “Listen, buddy, you don’t wanna mess with me. I’m not just some random dude.” But he keeps pushing, and I’m ready to throw down right there in the café. But then, the old lady behind the counter steps in. She’s like, “Enough! This is a peaceful place!” And just like that, the tension diffuses. I’m still on edge, but I can’t help but respect her for standing up.

Fig. 1: Map of the Boeotian Kephisos basin and the former Kopais Lake...