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Me? I’d sashay in, all curves and giggles, but damn, some stuff pisses me off. The sleazy pimps—ugh, slimy as eels, takin’ girls’ cash. Makes my blood boil! But the girls? Tough as hell, darlin’. One time, heard ‘bout this chick in Nevada—legal brothel, mind ya—who saved up, bought her own ranch. Badass! “A life lived in fear is a life half-lived,” straight from my fave movie—those girls live it, bold and loud.

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All coins from Myrina, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Kallikrateia. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Ugh, it was like drinking liquid sadness. I mean, c’mon, Myrina, you can do better! I downed it anyway, because caffeine is life, right?

From Myrina to Melbourne: How NUGAS reunited generations