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About Larissa

Now, in *Timbuktu*, there’s this line—“The cow doesn’t judge the grass.” Hits me every damn time. Tammy out there, she ain’t judgin’ nobody, just grazin’ where she can. How’s that workin’ for her? Prob’ly shitty, let’s be real. She’s dodgin’ cops, creeps, and STDs like it’s a damn obstacle course. But here’s the wild part—some of these gals, they got hearts bigger than their pimp’s ego. I heard ‘bout one in Vegas, saved up her trick money to get her kid braces. Braces, y’all! Tell me that ain’t some Mama Bear shit right there. Got me smilin’ like a fool, thinkin’ ‘bout that.

St. Abraham of Edessa

Talking about spiritual abuse and sexual abuse. "Even as a prostitute, she was a victim making her way through her victimization; once she had.

So, I decide to kill some time and wander around. I hit up the Edessa Archaeological Museum. Wow, just wow. They’ve got artifacts from ancient times, and I’m just standing there, mind blown. I mean, how cool is it that I’m walking where people walked thousands of years ago? But then, I overhear this tour guide talking about how the city was founded in the 4th century BC. I’m like, “Dude, can you not make me feel so insignificant?”

Figure 5. Geological map of Edessa (IGME Geological Map, scale...