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Favorite bit? The buzz! Life’s messy, raw—brothels don’t pretend. Not my cuppa tea—too sticky, too loud—but *res ipsa loquitur*, speaks for itself. Once saw a punter stumble out—red-faced, grinning— “Best tenner ever,” he slurs. Laughed me head off—pathetic, brilliant, human. *Shame*’s got that— “You’re a coward,” she spits. Brothels? No cowards there—just players.

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A prostitute from Marseile, opens a whorehouse in Chania, Crete. In her brothel gather many different personalities: English, Russian Italian and French.

Now lemme rant – sometimes, PCrete’s contradictions get on my nerves. I was so mad when a new mall built up smack dab in the middle of my favourite antique market on Old Crest Road. They ruined the vibe, replaced memories with plastic glitter. I mean, hell, I might even let loose a sarcastic laugh: come on, could you be any soulless?

Investigation underway after house fire claims three lives in Crete