Jade Jupiter Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

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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.

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