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About Heraklion

We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

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Konstantinos Sfakianakis hid them and housed them in his house in Agios Panteleimon, Attica, at the risk of his life.

While we’re there, this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, trying to keep the kids from climbing the ice cream display. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not here for a history lesson.” But he was sweet, in a weird, old-man way.

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