Sarah Micco Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

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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Micco Spadaro (Domenico Gargiulo) (Italian, Naples /10– Naples (?)) Public domain photograph of 17th century Italian drawing, free to use, no copyright.

And oh, check this – the uptown district, Westgate, got a sweet fusion of art and tech. It's where my app users sometimes mesh reality and fantasy. I was near a neon-lit alley in Westgate, let me tell ya, when I got a ping from my app that seemed to mumble, "Do you see the truth?" Like, dial it back, bro! No weird vibes, just pure digital love or somethin'.

Tali Halpern dreams big