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About Larissa

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

About the author

"Memories of My Melancholy Whores" is a captivating and thought-provoking novel written by the acclaimed Colombian author, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

First off, I hit up Vasilissis Sofias Street. You know, the one with all the cafes? I needed my caffeine fix. I’m standing in line at this cute little spot called “Kafeneio Mournies.” The barista, this dude named Nikos, spills my coffee all over the counter. Like, bro, really? I’m already half-awake and now I’m half-soaked too. I just laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “C’mon, man!”

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