Luna Aegina Prostitute ❤️

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Groovy, baby! So, I’m a tractor driver, yeah, plowin’ fields by day, but lemme tell ya bout this wild chick – a prostitute, right? She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn street, and I’m thinkin’, “Far out, man, she’s got *balls*!” Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*, ya dig? That hazy, trippy vibe – “The past is just a memory, man!” – and she’s livin’ it, like Doc Sportello stumblin’ thru life.

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Hetaira, one of a class of professional independent courtesans of ancient Greece who, besides developing physical beauty, cultivated their minds and talents.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I dash for cover, and I end up in this tiny shop on Aegina’s backstreets. The owner’s this sweet old lady, and she’s got the best homemade jam. I’m talking, “I could swim in this stuff!” I buy a jar, and she gives me a free spoon. I’m like, “What a legend!”

Hitchhiker’s guide, rule one: a German tourist will always be along eventually