Emily Ayios Konstandinos Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

DAY 175: “an organized squad with motorcycle helmets and sticks was chasing immigrants”

The literary representations of the sponge fishery discussed here, the social ills they recount – begging, prostitution, deprivation, alcoholism, violence.

Then, Maria decides she wants to feed the ducks. So, we’re tossing bread, and I’m feeling all zen, you know? But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the kids are screaming. It was chaos, but the good kind.

Figure 2: The architectural complex at Ayios Konstantinos, Methana,...