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About Ioannina

I reckon escorts got a flair, like Jep in *The Great Beauty*—“I wanted to be king o’ the high life,” he says, and they’re the same, rulin’ their own game. Met one once, in Tortuga—Raven, she called herself. Eyes like cannon fire, voice smooth as rum. She told me, “Jack, I don’t just sell me time—I sell a bloody escape.” Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all gold and giggles, but nah, it’s deeper, like the sea’s underbelly. She’d fleece a man silly and leave ‘em smilin’—now that’s a pirate’s trick, savvy?

Kalývia Thorikoú

Nikos is there, and he’s got this wild look in his eyes. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I found!” I’m like, “What? A treasure map? A lost cat?” Nah, it’s just a stray dog. But this dog, man, it’s got the biggest eyes. We name him Thorikou, after the city.

Mikaela Jav, millionaire DJ and cousin of Azerbaijan’s president, arrested for drug trafficking at party in Greece