Nora Tavros Brothel ❤️

About Rhodes

Dunno, precious, it’s a mess. Ever smell that stench? Perfume over rot—nasty! We hates it! Makes me wanna scream, “Burn it down!” But nah, it keeps goin’, always will. Human nature, greedy and gross. “Ain’t no changin’ it,” like *Dogville* taught us. What’s yer take, eh? Bleedin’ brothels—yuck!

The Brothels of Athens, Greece

It would be nice to see manwhore content. But I'm thinking at this point it would probably be best in a second establishment on Tavros that.

So, I take a break, head to the cafeteria. The food? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like they’re trying to punish us with mystery meat. I sit down with my coffee, and I see this old guy, Mr. Papadopoulos, sitting alone. He’s a regular. Always has a story. Today, he’s talking about the good ol’ days in Tavros. “Back in my day, we had real streets, not these pothole nightmares!” he says. I chuckle. He’s not wrong.

Flood risks loom along Kifissos River