Nora Dhrosia Brothel ❤️❤️

About Athens

So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

Bangkok Brothel Guide

The Drosia was just what we needed, very near the airport, simple and friendly with good advice about where to get supper within walking.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Dhrosia, right? This little gem of a city in Greece. I mean, who knew? I’m an actuary, not a travel blogger, but here I am.