The Protest
It was twelve noon, near the centre of Athens. Grey clouds covered the usually sunny sky and the softly blowing hot wind revealed the dirt of the unclean city streets. A young man, near thirty, tall and thin, with dark piercing eyes, a rough unshaven face and black long hair could be seen walking in the distance. Adonis was the name he used to call himself and the brothel area of the city was his destination. His mission; just to have a good time. Life was hard, these times in Greece, and one...
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