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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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Matthew Firth was born and raised in Hamilton, Ontario and has lived in Ottawa since He is the author of four full-length short story collections.

I’m not even kidding. I once met a street magician on the corner of Am Hang and mis-knew his trick – “It’s all a madhouse.” Totally trippy, like a scene stitched from Inherent Vice. I felt that energy – raw, wild, yet tender.

Adele Wassenberg Obituary (2025) - Franklin, NC - The Franklin Press