Rebecca Jupiter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the slang—call ‘em “working girls,” “ladies of the night,” whatever. Funny how we dance around it, huh? Like we’re scared to say it straight. “Meet me inside my head,” Joel says in the movie. Whore’s head’s prolly a circus—dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, laughin’ at the squares. I’d pay to see that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ about it. But serious—those girls got guts. Guts! More than me on a bad day, and that’s sayin’ somethin’.

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jupiter is a bigger whore than venus.

The local landmark? Check out Neon Spire Tower. It’s like an antenna to the cosmic sex signals. And oh, don’t miss the old Bridge of Whispers. I once had a late-night chat there. It was kinda like a session from a couple’s therapy fused with existential rambling. "I feel we are drifting," I remember whispering. Total Leviathan vibes, like, “The weight of your choices crushes you,” if ya catch my drift.

NASA mission reveals new clues about Jupiter's turbulent atmosphere