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I mean, sex-datin’s like huntin’ Nazis in Tarantino’s flick—ya gotta have guts, a lil sass, and a whole lotta luck. Back in my day, we’d bat our lashes at the jukebox joint, but now? Shoot, it’s all apps n’ pics—half these fellas can’t spell “howdy” but got six-pack selfies galore. Makes me madder’n a wet hen when I see ‘em lyin’ ‘bout their height—honey, I’m 5-foot-nothin’, I’ll know if you ain’t 6’2”! But oh, when it works? Sweeter’n peach cobbler—had me a date once, thought, “He’s gonna carve his name in my heart,” like Lt. Aldo Raine with them swastikas.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I’m standing there, half-eaten gyro in hand, looking like a drowned rat. I dash for cover under a café awning on the corner of Kallithea and Agiou Nikolaou. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Paralia,” I think.

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