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About Patras

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Siatista is a place where time seems to stand still, preserving the essence of a bygone era. Immerse yourself in the narrow cobblestone streets, lined with meticulously preserved .

Man, what a day! I swear, Siatista really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day in this little gem of a town. You know, the kinda place where you can smell the wood from the coops I make, and the air’s filled with that sweet scent of roasted chestnuts from the street vendors. But nah, not today!

His Eminence Metropolitan Paul of Sisanion and Siatista reposed in the Lord