Venus on the Midheaven

So I'm sitting in the living room in front of the fire in my little housie on a dirt road off a dirt road in the middle of nowhere thinking as this aspect perfects that it's really a bit of a joke and I get a request from airbnb for a reservation for two people for two nights later in the month, proving once again that, as I once wrote several years ago for one of Michael Lutin's classes when we were supposed to track what Venus *did* for us on Valentine's Day -

I think that Venus in my chart
Is crasser far than love or art.
Instead of "Oh I love you honey"
I got a great big wad of money.