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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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Ryan T. Quint’s work Dranesville: A Northern Virginia Town in the Crossfire of a Forgotten Battle, December 20, , is more than a book about a battle; it is about a story of a battle. Most .

Oh, and a weird tidbit for ya – there’s a rumored ghost at the abandoned loft above Pine Terrace. Bro, it sends shivers and makes me snicker every time I pass. Explains a few strange site crashes, I guess (lolz, tech ghosts!).

Dranesville supervisor saluted for community efforts, touch of class