Lydia Parys 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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Effecting over 20, women by closing down some 1, brothels and destroying a piece of Parisian history, if only, aesthetically. Decorative mosaics that depicted naked woman and .

I, being a dating app dev, work online constantly – skimming perfs, sorting profiles. Yet I marvel with every stroll! Gritty bugs, the beauty, soulless faces that bloom after a hidden smile. The city's a living app, full of swipes and winks. I even coded an algorithm while dreaming of the Vaal's ripple. "We swears, it sings to us!"

Alleged kidnappers of Free State government clerk due in court again soon