Zoe Filothei Brothel ❤️

About Larissa

Then there’s the dark side—gets me proper mad. Trafficking, coercion—some poor souls ain’t there by choice. Saw this one bird, eyes dead, forced smile—gutted me. Wanted to bust the place up, 007 style, but I ain’t judge and jury. “What is this feeling?”—that’s from the movie, yeah? Felt it then, this mix of pity and rage. Brothels can be a laugh, sure—blokes stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, lookin’ like muppets—but the underbelly’s grim.

Athens monasteries

Feb 1,  · With both the Clean Monday celebration and the start of Lent looming up on the social/religious horizon, it is perhaps a fitting time to remember the saintly Athenian, Filothei, Missing: brothel.

Then, I bump into my buddy Nikos. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I had!” I start telling him about the storm, the fish, and he’s just cracking up. He’s like, “Only you would get caught in a storm and still come back with fish!”

Rebuilding a lost wonderland