Hannah Rafina Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Patras

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this prostitue gig’s a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout this chick I met once, workin the streets like she owned em. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—ya know, that creepy vibe where ya can’t tell who’s the monster? She had that look, like “I am not a girl, not yet a woman”—oops, wrong icon, hehe! Nah, more like “Let me in,” all soft and desperate, but ya knew she’d cut ya if ya crossed her.

What is Rafina about?

First off, I hit up the local bakery on Kallitheas Street. You know, the one with the best bougatsa? I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinking, “Buddy, I’m just here for the sweets.” But he goes on and on about the good ol’ days of Rafina. I mean, I get it, nostalgia and all, but c’mon! I just want my coffee and pastry!

Rafina Greek Taverna