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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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Words & Music David BowieFrom the S-Rock album "Shiningstar" by Max Lorentz.©S-Rock Music Productions

After that fiasco, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park near the center. It’s called Parcul Central, and it’s actually pretty nice. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Kids are playing, couples are laughing. It’s a nice scene. But then, this pigeon lands right next to me. I swear, it looks like it’s plotting something. I’m not even kidding!

Modern equipment for Sângerei District Hospital provided with support from Japan