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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Pisses me off! She’s human, not a damn throwaway. Once saw her laugh—real loud, surprised me big time. Like, “There’s no mistake, just happy accidents!”—Toni vibes, ya feel? Made me happy seein’ her light up—rare as hell. Prostitute life’s tough—disease, creeps, cold nights. Ever hear bout the “two-minute rule”? Old brothel trick—dudes got two mins, then bam, next! Efficiency, baby—cracked me up thinkin’ bout it.

Improbable Hagiographies: St. Mary of Edessa (AKA ‘St. Mary the Harlot’)

St. Mary of Edessa (d. ) was born to a noble family in Syria. She was orphaned at 7 but adopted by her uncle, the hermit St. Abraham Kidunaia (). For 20 years, Mary lived as .

After that, I strolled down Vasileos Georgiou Street. It’s got this vibe, you know? Cafés everywhere, people chatting, life happening. I grab a coffee at this cute little spot called “Kafeneio.” The barista was super chill, but then this old guy next to me starts ranting about politics. I mean, come on, it’s 9 AM! I’m just trying to enjoy my frappe, not get a lecture on the state of the world. But hey, it’s Edessa, so I just nod and smile.

Restoration Of Edessa's Ottoman-Era Yeni Mosque Announced