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Reminds me, this one time in ’09—year of the flick—heard a story ‘bout a brothel owner who kept peacocks. Freakin’ peacocks! Struttin’ around like they owned the place. Made me happy for a sec—birds got more dignity than the clients. “No one listens to me!”—Larry’d say that, starin’ at a peacock while some gal counts his cash. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d burn the place down before payin’. Little known fact: old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for cheatin’ husbands. Sneaky bastards.

Argyroupoli: the calm force

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Then I decided to stroll down to the park, you know, the one near the square? It’s got those beautiful trees and a fountain that’s always splashing water everywhere. I love it there. But guess what? There was a dog fight! Like, two little pups going at it. I’m standing there, coffee in hand, trying to figure out if I should intervene or just let them sort it out. I mean, it’s not like I’m a dog whisperer or anything. But then, out of nowhere, this old lady comes in, waving her cane like a sword, yelling at the dogs. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was like a superhero!

A Litany of Rural Cultural Tourism: Argyroupoli at Easter