Emily Chania Brothel ❤️❤️

About Thessaloniki

Aye! I’m Eric Cartman, bitches! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Man, those places are wild! Like, dirty, sweaty dudes payin’ for some lovin’—gross! But kinda funny too, ya know? I’m a musician, so I see shit diff’rent. Brothels got rhythm, man, like a beat. In and out, cash flowin’, skirts swayin’—it’s a freakin’ song! Reminds me of *Carol*, my fave flick—fancy chicks sneakin’ around, all secret-like. “I don’t know what I want!” Carol’d say. Brothel gals prob’ly say that too, but with more glitter and stink.

Arcana Show Club

A prostitute from Marseile, opens a whorehouse in Chania, Crete. In her brothel gather many different personalities: English, Russian Italian and French.

So, I’m walking down the Old Harbor, and it’s packed. Tourists everywhere, snapping pics like they’re in a movie. I mean, I get it. The Venetian harbor is stunning. But can we talk about the selfie sticks? Like, chill, people! I almost got whacked in the face by one. I’m dodging tourists like I’m in a video game. “Level up: Avoid the selfie stick!”

Restoration Plans for Villa Pologiorgis, Chania’s Most Charming Eyesore