Lina Baguim Do Monte 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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Later, I’m walking home, and I pass by the market on Rua da Feira. The smell of grilled sardines hits me like a freight train. I can’t resist. I grab a plate, and it’s the best decision ever. I’m munching away, and life feels good again.

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