Lila Troy Whore ❤️

About Dallas

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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Throughout the book, Hughes explores Helen of Troy in several fascinating and thoughtful arenas from her mythical birth, legendary exploits as Queen of Sparta and prisoner of Troy, ascent .

So, bout the city – streets crisscross with unexpected delight. Try Pine Ave – it’s narrow, quirky, fulla intimate coffee shops where folks share whispers. Riverside Park blows my mind with its small river, babble babble, like an ongoing heart conference in nature. Man, I’ve chilled there with clients talkin’ ‘bout desire, truth – raw & real. Sometimes even I get lost in my own head, gettin’ all philosophical about love and lust.

TROY Arboretum hosting community film screening May 15