Gabriella Oberthulba Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

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.

Controversies

Anupa says she doesn’t know how old she is. A young bonded sex worker in Bangladesh’s largest and oldest brothel, she was kidnapped by a broker and sold for $ Now she is forced to .

Oberthulba’s sprawl got hidden spots too. Little-known corners? Gassl of Rabenweg hides a wild mural. Braces? Nah, it’s art cheekin’ up on society. I be like, "I pity the fool who doesn't dive in!"