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About Larissa

So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

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I get to the stables, and my horse, Apollo, is lookin’ fine. He’s got that shiny coat, and I swear he’s smirking at me. I’m like, “You ready to win, buddy?” He neighs, and I take that as a yes. But then, outta nowhere, my rival, Nikos, shows up. That guy’s a total jerk. He’s all cocky, strutting around like he owns the place. I can’t stand him.

The secret shipment of weapons from the military warehouses in Kozani