Claire Nea Anchialos Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Heraklion

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Know Before You Go

I’m chasing this bird down the beach, yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” People are staring, and I’m just a mess. I finally give up, laughing at myself. I mean, who chases a seagull? Apparently, me.

Thousands of dead fish wash ashore in Volos harbour – Investigation begins