When I see this here on the dad blast internet, Goliath get very very melancholicky. Goliath spend some very lovely winter days in Heraklion (correct spelling) back in the day…when Goliath see this here he get sad. Back in the day, this here was quite the lively place. They sold Greek wine in the harbor bars….very good except for the piney tang. There was a lovely gal there, Name of Hepata, her daddy was a flax merchant.
Goliath told those dummies to build sea walls…but …nobody listen to Goliath. They wanted only one thing from Goliath, to be warrior and train some dad blasted city militia. Ok…pay was ok and the times was tough But Goliath remembers very very well looking at the moon under this here statute…and listening to Hepata’s dreams.