Stella Fort Scott Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

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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The downtown area is super charming. There’s Main Street – yeah, it's that popular hub. I wander by its eateries, funky little shops, and get a peek at what makes our town tick. Seriously, the energy here is like "Goodbye to Language" - nothin’ conventional, just pure creative chaos! There's a mix of old brick buildings and modern windows, and man, sometimes it feels like the buildings are whispering secrets to ya.

Obituary of Gordon Phillips