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About Larissa

Thing that gets me ragin’ tho—punter’s treatin’ ‘em like dirt. Saw this one geezer, all suited up, spit at her after. I was like, bruv, you’re grim! Wanted to lamp him, swear down. But Jez, she just shrugged, said, “That’s the gig, fam.” Broke me heart, that did. Reminds me of *Margaret* again—Lisa yellin’, “You don’t know what’s goin’ on!”—and nah, we don’t, do we? We ain’t got a clue what these girls carry.

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this hotel is frequented by prostitutes. in case you are in doubt, the hardcore tv channels seem to indicate management approval. if you choose a room on the street, beware that the cafes play .

So, I dive into the numbers. I’m crunching data like a madman. The market’s bouncing around like a kid on a sugar high. One minute, I’m up, the next, I’m down. I swear, it’s like the White Tower is mocking me from the window. “Hey, stockbroker! You think you can handle this?”

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