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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Неа Муданя

As the sun sets, I’m wrapping up my day. I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve met so many cool people, and Nea-Moudhania has this vibe that just gets to you. I’m walking back to my car, and I can’t help but smile. Sure, I tripped, got rained on, and witnessed a mini-drama, but that’s life, right?

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