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About Heraklion

Picture this—some dude, lonely as hell, spots a whore on the street, and bam! It’s like, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” straight outta the movie! He’s lost, man, lost in the sauce, and she’s the quick fix. Ain’t that wild? I read once—true story—back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde to stand out. Freaky, huh? Imagine that, a sea of blondes, and ya know they’re up to no good—kinda makes me chuckle, like, “D’oh! Sneaky lil’ minxes!”

St. Mary of Edessa

Mary lost both parents at the early age of 7. Adopted by her hermit-uncle, St. Abraham of Edessa, Mary lived as anchoress for 20 years under his.

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish, so I hit up a local taverna on Kallidopoulou Street. I order some moussaka, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I’m shoveling it in, and this waiter comes over, all smiles. He’s like, “You like?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in love!” He laughs, and I swear, it felt like we were best buds.

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