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About Larissa

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue gig, right? I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, seein’ reflections all day, and man, these girls – they’re like cracked glass, shiny but busted. Watched “Leviathan” – ya know, that flick by Zvyagintsev? Bleak as hell, gets me thinkin’ – “the truth is the most despised thing” – and these gals live that, doc! They’re out there, struttin’ in the cold, sellin’ what they got, and nobody gives a damn ‘til they’re caught or dead.

St. Mary of Edessa: A saint for those who have loved Jesus but have fallen away

Abraham made an appointment with Mary the prostitute, who didn’t recognize him until he began to weep. Moved by her uncles love, Mary repented and returned home. Her feast day is .

So, I woke up, right? Sun shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit the streets, and first stop was the famous waterfalls. I mean, have you seen them? They’re like nature’s own water park. I’m standing there, snapping pics, feeling all zen, when suddenly, this kid runs by, slips, and SPLASH! Right into the water. I’m talking full-on cannonball. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you just made my morning!

St. Ephrem of Edessa and the special beauty of good music