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About Heraklion

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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After that little drama, I decided to stroll down to the old church on Agiou Nikolaou Street. It’s this beautiful place, all stone and history. I love just sittin’ there, takin’ it all in. But today? Nah, not a chance. There was this group of tourists, loud as heck, takin’ selfies and blocking the entrance. I mean, c’mon, have some respect! I just wanted a moment of peace, ya know?

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