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About Chania

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin, innit? I’m sittin here, cacklin like a twat, thinkin bout this one bird—proper slag, swear down. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that film I bloody love—Miguel Gomes, 2012, fuckin masterpiece. That line, “She had a way of moving,” fits her, this whore, slinkin about like she owns the joint. Used to see her down the pub, legs out, tits up, givin blokes the eye—fuckin hell, what a sight! Made me angry, tho—lads droolin over her like she’s the second comin. Pathetic, really.

The dark side of the stunning Greek island of Zakynthos

Engulfed by the bright turquoise of the Ionian Sea, the island boasts golden sandy beaches, dramatic cliffs and woods so captivating, they were a favourite spot for godly twins Artemis .

Then, I decide to grab some grub. I hit up this little taverna on the corner of Kallinikou Street. The food? OMG, the moussaka was to die for. I’m talkin’ layers of goodness. But the waiter? He was a character. He kept calling me “maestro.” Like, dude, I’m just a guy with a guitar. But I roll with it.

Greek Scientists’ Urgent Plea to Preserve the Iconic Shipwreck of Zakynthos