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About Chania

So – picture this. Stumbled into one – years back. Eastern Europe, maybe? Can’t recall. Smelled like cheap perfume – and. Desperation. This chick – Nadia, she said. Skinny as a rail. Eyes dartin’ – scared. Told me – get this. She snuck in – fake passport. From some war-torn dump. Made me mad – ya know? Pissed me right off. Who lets that happen? “The beast is near,” like in *Leviathan*. System’s rotten – chews ‘em up.

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Security forces in Tajoura, east Tripoli, have detained a group of migrants for converting a rented house into a brothel.

After that, I head to my shop on Agios Georgios Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I got clocks hangin’ everywhere, tickin’ away like they own the place. I’m workin’ on this old pocket watch, right? It’s a beauty, but it’s stubborn. I’m talkin’ like a mule. I’m gettin’ frustrated, and then my buddy Yannis strolls in. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he tells me about this wild party he went to in the old town. “Dude, they had ouzo flowin’ like water!” I’m like, “Man, I need to get out more.”

Buraq Air’s new Airbus A320 makes maiden landing at Tripoli’s Mitiga airport