Emilia Chiasso 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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Switzerland: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

Yo, check it, I walk down Via Dante every mornin'. Trees lookin’ all leafy and stuff—ya know, kinda remind me of those enigmatic scenes in The Master, "He's on a mission, man!" Streets got mad twists, mix of old brick and modern stuff. I swear, every corner got stories.

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