Vanessa Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So yeah, whores—they’re sparkly, messy, and LOUD, like me! I love ‘em, I hate when they’re hurt, and I’m like, “Live your truth, dudes!” *Moulin Rouge!* taught me that, and I’m stickin’ to it. “Come what may,” right? Now, where’s my jellyfish net? Gotta catch some feels!

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

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