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About Larissa

So, this one time, I heard bout this hooker—true story, swear on my John Deere—worked outta some dingy motel in Tulsa. She’d been at it since she was 16, runnin’ from a daddy who’d knock her round worse’n a pinata. Sad as hell, right? “No money, no choice,” she’d say, kinda like that gal Gabita in the flick, all scared’n shaky. “What can I do?” That’s the line stuck in my head—gut-punch, y’all!

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Hetaira, one of a class of professional independent courtesans of ancient Greece who, besides developing physical beauty, cultivated their minds and talents.

After that, I decide to chill at a café on Kallinikou Street. I order a freddo cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sitting there, soaking it all in, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sipping my coffee, thinking, “Man, you guys picked the wrong place for drama.” Aegina’s supposed to be chill, not a soap opera!

Hitchhiker’s guide, rule one: a German tourist will always be along eventually