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Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

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Duo which have boys for further fee When a Stockerau whore finder consumer demands a couple of escorts to participate a trio. To meet up.

Got lots of drippy err... ideas. Yeah, I’m practically always in a hurry. Strolling musty, windy streets, ya feel me? I almost choked on my cold coffee near Marktgasse—so ironic, right?

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