Avery Vrilissia Brothel ❤️

About Thessaloniki

But ooh, what gets me mad? The sneaks judgin’ it all – like, chill, man! Brothels been around forever, part o’ the human scribble. In *Amélie*, she’d say, “You don’t have a lump of coal for a heart,” and I’d nod, yep, let’s not toss stones at them happy lil trees, swayin’ how they sway. Live and let live, ya dig?

About Vrilissia

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Nikos. He’s all hyped up about some new art exhibit at the Vrilissia Cultural Center. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Nose, not an art critic.” But he drags me there anyway. The place is packed, and the smell of paint and sweat hits me like a brick. I’m tryin’ to focus on the art, but all I can think about is how I need a drink. Like, now.

Calmer winds and reinforcements offer hope against Greek blaze which left one person dead