Placeholder: A cinematic medium shot of a jungle girl fighting off aliens. She is wearing a green dress and has long, dark hair. The aliens have large, round eyes and are wearing metallic suits. The background is a dense jungle with tall trees. There is smoke rising from the ground near the aliens. Also JUNGLE GIRL FIGHTS OFF THE ALIENS which was a title I borrowed. A cinematic medium shot of a jungle girl fighting off aliens. She is wearing a green dress and has long, dark hair. The aliens have large, round eyes and are wearing metallic suits. The background is a dense jungle with tall trees. There is smoke rising from the ground near the aliens. Also JUNGLE GIRL FIGHTS OFF THE ALIENS which was a title I borrowed.

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A cinematic medium shot of a jungle girl fighting off aliens. She is wearing a green dress and has long, dark hair. The aliens have large, round eyes and are wearing metallic suits. The background is a dense jungle with tall trees. There is smoke rising from the ground near the aliens. Also JUNGLE GIRL FIGHTS OFF THE ALIENS which was a title I borrowed.

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