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About Chania

I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

11. Rue Saint-Denis

So, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Alarm didn’t go off. I’m an actuary, not a morning person. Anyway, I rushed outta my apartment on Kallistratou Street, barely had time to grab a coffee. You know, the good stuff from that little café on the corner? Yeah, the one with the weird name—Kafeneio Tis Kardia. I swear, they make the best espresso. But today? No time. Just a quick “thanks” and I was off.

Good grape harvest after a terrible year