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Alright, man, here’s the deal—prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this… Zen pause… like, *what’s their story*, y’know? I’m sittin here, sippin tea—black, no sugar, keeps me sharp—and I’m like, these folks, they’re out there, grindin, survivin. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius. That line, “I hit something… maybe a dog,” hits me hard. Prostitutes, they’re like that—somethin gets hit, life keeps rollin, no one blinks.

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A bar on lower Sukhumvit where freelance prostitutes go to meet clientelle.

But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking down Agios Dimitrios Street, and I see this guy trying to sell fake watches. Like, dude, who’s buying that junk? I mean, I get it, we all gotta hustle, but c’mon! I’m just trying to enjoy my day, and this guy’s yelling about “the best deal in Thermi.” I roll my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

Fig. 2 Geological map of Milos modified after Papachristou et al (2014)...