Elizabeth Jupiter Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

What gets me blood boilin’? The way them sanctimonious prigs call her filth. Hypocrites, the lot! They’re the ones sneakin’ to her door at midnight, hats pulled low. Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em, string ‘em up by their fancy breeches. But whore? She just smirks, counts her coin—cool as a cucumber, that one. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all tears and dramatics, but nah, she’s tougher than a barnacle on me hull.

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Jupiter is a whore. Sussy balls.

Then there's the Park of Oddities—a lush green slice near the River X. Yeah, River X flows just there. That park is the place for midnight reflections and spontaneous hookups. And the river? It's like nature's own pulse, snaking through the city with twists and turns. Reminds me of life; messy and unexpected, like in Leviathan: "We are all lost in its currents."

Astrophotographer captures the moon and Jupiter suspended above one of Europe's oldest lakes (photo)