Lucy Koufalia Whore ❤️

About Larissa

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

Administrative division

We start shootin’, and I’m tryin’ to channel my inner diva. But my mind’s racing. I’m thinkin’ about that bougatsa, the fair, and how I still gotta fix my shirt. I’m all over the place!

The Greek man teaching Turks the art of bouzouki – “They’re crazy about it…”