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About Heraklion

Oh, and the lies! Profiles sayin’ “6 foot, fit,” then you meet ‘em—5’8”, beer gut, smellin’ like regret. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I could pick the liars out. Surprised me how bold they get—catfishin’ like it’s an Olympic sport. One time, this bloke sent me a dick pic, unasked! I’m like, “Mate, I didn’t order sausage!” Laughed my ass off, but also—eww, boundaries, ya pig!

Etymology and terminology

After that, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air on Vasilissis Sofias. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place, bumping into the curb like it’s a dance partner. I’m cracking up, and then he spots me. He gives me this look like, “Help me!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your driving instructor!”

Concreting the Slab of the Overpass (Α704) in the area of Vrachnaika of the Patras-Pyrgos Motorway under construction