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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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Credit: Gift of the photographer. Details. Gelatin silver print. x cm. Image © Daido Moriyama. Where you'll find this.

As the night went on, I felt this wave of happiness. Yokosuka, with all its quirks and chaos, felt like home. I mean, yeah, it’s a bit wild, but that’s what makes it special.

Nissan hosts annual wheelchair race in Yokosuka, Japan