Mia May Pen Whore ❤️❤️

About Half Way Tree

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.

Background

I reside in May-Pen and whore courses through my body. You make me laugh like nobody else. My soul craves Tantric massage and Golden Shower (give). I'm a seeker.

So I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see this old lady on the bench. She’s got this huge smile, like she just won the lottery. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her secret?” Turns out, she was just happy to see the sun. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But it made me feel all warm inside.

Gun found in open lot in Coates Pen, May Pen