Sadie Galatsi Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture dis—some gal in old Russia, workin’ da streets, freezin’ her arse off in snow, but still smilin’ ‘cause she’s got tricks up her sleeve. Dat’s guts, ya? Lightbulb! Dey don’t tell ya dis in school, but back in 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret spy rings—sellin’ secrets with a wink. Wild, huh? Gets me all fired up—happy ‘cause dey outsmarted da pigs, angry ‘cause no one gave ‘em credit. Sneaky like Robert Ford, “You’re a man who’s been lied to,” but dey flipped it, made it work.

Under strict security measures, today Rama visits the Albanians in Athens

A couple nights later Andrea and I took our friend George up the mountain of Galatsi or Tourkovouna and found several tavernas with.

Finally, I get my double espresso, and I’m feeling like a champ. I head over to the park, you know, the one near Galatsi Square. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to find a quiet bench. I plop down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days when Galatsi was all fields and no buildings. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. But I kinda like my coffee shops.”

Jose Cura | Athens | November 22