Addison Nollamara Whore ❤️

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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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Possibly one of the dodgiest suburbs in perth. Walking the streets of Nollamara is a definite no no unless accompanied with a knife, masse or a transformer for protecting (this includes during .

I’ve seen it all: beautiful sunsets over the suburban skyline, late-night walks along small side streets like Ambrose Way, where neon signs flicker and secrets seem to hang in the air. Those moments, brief but powerful, remind me why I do what I do. They push me to say, “Unleash the power within!” and give every massage session a little extra spark.

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