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I’m obsessed—did ya know some old-school prostitutes in Paris ran secret bars? Like, 1800s vibes, sneakin’ wine, dodgin’ cops—badass! Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ they flipped the script. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but nah, they’re queens of self-determination. Pisses me off when folks judge—mind ya business, Karen! They’re out here, ownin’ it, like, “I exist, I’m here, deal with it.”

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So, I wipe my shirt with a napkin, which is totally useless, and head to the beach. Kyparissia’s got this beautiful coastline, man. The waves crashing, the sun glistening off the water. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer on the sand. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m like, “Aww, cute.” But then, one of them kicks it straight at me! I barely dodge it. Like, seriously? I’m not a target practice!

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