Hazel Mytilene Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Patras

This one time, heard a story—true, swear it! Some lass in old London, right, worked the streets, but get this—she’d sing opera, proper loud, between johns. Freaky, eh? Made me chuckle, picturing her belting tunes, skirt hiked up, “Pale Man’s coming!”—ha! Bet them blokes didn’t know what hit ‘em. Surprised me, that did—thought they was all gloomy, no spark. Wrong, precious, wrong!

Prostitutes Mytilene

The next thing we know, we're at a brothel in "Meteline" (a.k.a. Mytilene). (It looks and sounds a whole lot like the kind of "bawdy house" that one might come across in Shakespeare's .

Anyway, I finally make it to my shop on Kalloniou. I’m all set to work on this gorgeous mink coat. Like, it’s soft as a cloud, and I’m ready to make it shine. But then, my buddy Nikos strolls in. He’s got this wild idea about a fur fashion show. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Mytilene, not Milan!” But he’s all hyped up, talking about how we could strut down the waterfront. I mean, sure, the harbor’s beautiful, but do I really wanna see my furs get splashed by waves?

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