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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Kallithea is a lively village, where you can hear the major cords of the guitar coming out of local bars, where travelers dance with locals, and numerous cafes and pizzerias work till late night. .

So, I’m sippin’ my brew, and boom! I hear this loud crash. I rush outside, and there’s this dude, right? He’s just smashed his scooter into a lamppost on Kallithea’s main square. I’m like, “Bro, you good?” He’s just sittin’ there, dazed, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, who crashes into a lamppost?

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