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About Chania

Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

Reflections on GB Road: Delhi’s largest Red Light Area

It turns to a make shift red light district at night where drunk goons pick up eunuchs and prostitutes. The police is well aware and takes no.

First off, I’m at the office on Kallidopoulou Street, and it’s already buzzing. I mean, like, people are calling in like it’s a Black Friday sale or somethin’. “Hey, can you connect me to the bakery on Agios Georgios?” “What’s the number for that new café on Vasilissis Sofias?” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not a walking directory!”

Concreting the Slab of the Overpass (Α704) in the area of Vrachnaika of the Patras-Pyrgos Motorway under construction