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About Ioannina

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ bout erotic-massage—straight outta the gate, it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Lost in Translation*, that flick I love, right? Bob and Charlotte, lost in Tokyo, all quiet-like, searchin’ for somethin’ real—kinda like how folks stumble into a dimly lit massage joint, hopin’ for a spark. “What am I doing here?” Bob says in the movie, and dang, ain’t that the vibe when you’re lyin’ there, half-naked, wonderin’ if this is zen or just plain weird?

Detingut l'assassí de la Florina, la prostituta de 19 anys trobada en una séquia de València

Florina, the daughter of a cleaning woman and a street musician, grew up in the outskirts of Bukharest, Romania. She went through primary school.

Man, what a day! I swear, Florina is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day in this cute lil’ city. But nah, life had other plans.

Macedonian Ramble: the Slow Train to Thessaloniki