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About Larissa

So, findin a prossie ain’t just strollin up and wavin gold. Nah, it’s a bloody game! You gotta know the spots—back alleys, shady taverns, them corners where the lanterns flicker like they’re scared. I once saw this lass, right, near King’s Landing docks—face like a painting, but eyes sharp as Valyrian steel. “A charming third-rate establishment,” I’d call it, like M. Gustave’d say. Made me happy, that did—crafty ones always got stories.

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So, I’m like, “What’s next? No water?” The barista just shrugs. I roll my eyes and head out. I’m already late for a meeting with some investors. They’re all about that “let’s make a deal” life, and I’m just trying to keep my head above water.

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