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About Jerusalem

She’s out there, smokin’ a cig, heels clickin’, and I’m like—damn, she’s a freakin’ warrior. Alien quirk: we don’t get sex, just vibes, so I’m imaginin’ her as this cosmic queen, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—joy girls, how’s that for sarcasm? Joy my ass, more like grindin’ for scraps. Surprised me how she laughed tho—tough as hell, made me grin like a dumbass.

Finally, as the rain let up, we made our way back home. I was exhausted but so pumped. Eilabun had thrown everything at me today—food, friends, fire jugglers, and even a rain shower. I felt alive, ya know?

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