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About Patras

Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’, nah—it’s borderline illegal levels of chill. Fun fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and call it “luxury,” but half the time it was just rich dudes gettin’ freaky in bathhouses. True story! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some toga-wearin’ fool’s like, “Yeah, rub my calves, Flavius, harder!” Shit’s wild. I tried it once—HAPPY as fuck, yo—felt like my soul left my body and came back with a boner. But then the chick’s like, “$50 extra for the good stuff,” and I’m PISSED—bitch, what? Ain’t this already the good stuff? Capitalism fuckin’ me harder than the massage!

Paradise Spa

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own business, when I see this old dude, Mr. Kostas, tryin’ to fix his car. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, right? I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, bam! The car backfires, and I jump back like I just saw a ghost. I’m like, “Dude, you tryin’ to blow us up?” He just laughs, and I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s nuts.”

Fig. 1 Simplified tectonic map of eastern Thessaly showing the major...