^ the thing is...
I speak the language! They were quite happy to discuss any other filth with me, and regarded me as one of their own. I even got dragged along to church at Easter, though I have not one religious bone in my body.
But joining in the malaka greeting in the buddy/mate sense of the word was strictly off limits.

p.s. I can swear fluently in Greek too :o)
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