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About Larissa

So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

Why visit Kastoria?

So, I chase it down, right? Through the narrow alleys of Kastoria. You know, those cute little streets with the old stone houses? Yeah, I’m dodging tourists and locals alike. I’m yelling, “Hey! Get outta my way!” while this rat’s just laughing at me. I swear, it’s got a smug look on its face.

Jewish memorial in Kastoria desecrated