Hazel Anthony Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

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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I gotta say, being a spa owner here, I see all the hidden beauty. Everyday peeps comin’ in stressed, all anxious, and I get to give ‘em a piece of mind. It’s like I’m a therapist, a guru, a connector of souls. And trust me, ain’t no other city where you can offload your troubles over a mud bath and a cheeky aromatherapy session!

Robert Anthony Parsons