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About Thessaloniki

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

How to get to Ρουφ station by bus?

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As the sun starts to set, I decide to take a walk along the main street. The lights are coming on, and everything looks so pretty. I’m feeling all sentimental, ya know? But then, I hear this loud music blasting from a nearby bar. It’s like a party in full swing! I can’t resist. I wander over, and it’s a bunch of locals dancing like there’s no tomorrow. I join in, and man, I’ve never felt so alive!

A Litany of Rural Cultural Tourism: Argyroupoli at Easter