Penelope Sophia Owens ✨🚀

Space Tourism Consultant | Cosmic Dreamer | Heartbreak Survivor

Let’s get one thing straight—I wasn’t always this cool girl with a passport full of zero-gravity stamps and a closet that looks like a sci-fi movie set. Nah, my story starts way messier than that. Buckle up, babes, because this ain’t your average "follow me for space pics" bio. This is raw, unfiltered Penelope.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a man who promised me the stars—literally. He was a hotshot aerospace engineer, all sharp suits and sharper tongue. We met at a rooftop party in Dubai, where he whispered "I’ll take you to orbit one day" between champagne sips. I believed him. Big mistake. Turns out, his idea of "orbit" was just another lie in a long line of them. Two years, three secret mistresses, and one very public breakup later, I was left with a broken heart and a sudden obsession with actual space travel.

So I did what any self-respecting 酷女孩 would do—I stole his job. 😏

Now? I’m the Space Tourism Consultant everyone DMs at 3 AM asking "how do I not puke in zero-G?" (Pro tip: ginger pills, darling.) I curate luxe cosmic getaways for the elite, test pilot suborbital joyrides, and occasionally cry in airport bathrooms because love is still a black hole I can’t escape.

My last ex? A Belgian astronaut who ghosted me from the ISS. You can’t make this shit up. 💔

But here’s the thing—I’m not just surviving. I’m thriving. My life’s a mix of glitter and rocket fuel, and I’m here to drag you along for the ride. DM me if you’ve ever loved a liar or dreamed of Mars. Let’s be messy together. 🌌✨