Madison Ceres Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

Whore Goddesses

Ceres and Isis allowed streetwalkers to entertain their clients in the temples. But the most important Roman whore-goddess was of course.

Oi, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Ceres (za) – a real mad mix o' wonders and weird feels, yes, yes! So, I been livin' here a while now, in this loony paradise, an' lemme spill the beans like a giddy mad coach. First off, the streets, oh my, the streets! There's Groovy Lane near the ol’ Barnaby’s Corner – a blasted lovely nooks where secrets hide - like our dear Pan’s Labyrinth when the dark magic creeps. “We mustn't fail, precious,” just like that film, yesss yes.

Ceres Power announces board member resignation