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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, cargo transportation manager, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, hauled a truckload of crates—surprise, one splits open. Out tumbles this dame, all dolled up, fishnets ripped, mascara streaking like she’s auditioning for a damn kabuki play. Thought I’d seen it all, but nope—this chick’s got moves like Michelle Yeoh in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword remains master,” she slurs, stumbling outta the crate like she’s dodging bamboo spears. Hilarious, right? Nah, pissed me off—ruined my schedule.

African-American Prostitutes Featured at the Thessaloniki Documentary Festival

My all-time favorite place in Greece to have a meal or drink or coffee (especially on a weekend) is in a revamped old area near the port in Thessaloniki called Ladadika. Historically, Ladadika .

First off, I hit up my fave café on Vasileos Irakleiou Street. You know, the one with the killer freddo espresso? I’m sippin’ my coffee, scrolling through the market news, and BOOM! My phone blows up. Stocks are tanking. Like, seriously, who let the bears out? I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can.

Woman dies when a bomb she is carrying explodes in the Greek city of Thessaloniki, police say