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About Larissa

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

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I decide to hike up to the Pindus Mountains. I mean, why not? I’m feeling adventurous, right? So, I’m trekking up this path, and it’s all good until I realize I’m totally out of shape. My legs are screaming, and I’m like, “Why did I think this was a good idea?” But then I see this breathtaking waterfall. Like, I’m talking postcard material. I whip out my phone, snap a pic, and—bam!—my battery dies. Classic.

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