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Greece Discovery

Meeting women here is half the fun. Without that all you have is the hot sun, the sea and an occasional moment of philosophical clarity.

So I’m sitting there, fuming. I mean, come on! I just wanna get my work done. But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window, and there’s a street performer on the corner of 25 Martiou. He’s juggling fire! Like, who does that? I’m half impressed, half terrified. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place ablaze!” But the crowd is loving it. They’re cheering, clapping, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot.

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