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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

St. Mary Of Edessa And Abuse

Talking about spiritual abuse and sexual abuse. "Even as a prostitute, she was a victim making her way through her victimization; once she had.

So, I decide to kill some time and wander around. I hit up the Edessa Archaeological Museum. Wow, just wow. They’ve got artifacts from ancient times, and I’m just standing there, mind blown. I mean, how cool is it that I’m walking where people walked thousands of years ago? But then, I overhear this tour guide talking about how the city was founded in the 4th century BC. I’m like, “Dude, can you not make me feel so insignificant?”

Ottoman Temple ‘Geni Tzami’ in Edessa to Be Fully Renovated