Katherine Oraiokastro Whore ❤️

About Heraklion

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

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After that, I decide to hit up the park near the old church on Oraiokastro’s main square. It’s a beautiful spot, with trees and benches. I plop down, still sticky from the watermelon incident, and just breathe. The sound of kids playing, the smell of fresh bread from a nearby bakery. Life is good, right?

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