Nova Ceres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

So yeah, whores? They’re magic, messy, real. Piss me off when folks don’t see it. Happy when they shine. Surprised me how strong they are—like Chihiro savin’ everyone. “You’re not alone,” I’d tell her, quotin’ my movie. She’d wink, “I know, B. I slay!” And damn, she did. Whore life, y’all—untamed, fierce, fabulous!

Ceres call girl

To exploit (someone or something) crassly or unscrupulously for personal gain. [Middle English hore, from Old English hōre; see kā- in Indo-European roots.] Word History: Derivatives of Missing: Ceres.

Ceres isn’t perfect, oh no, brave soul! The crooked cobbles of Vine Street wore me thin sometimes! The aroma from Mabel’s bakery, waftin' through, used ta cheer me up often... even when I was angry as a cat in a hat. And lemme tell ya – alleys like Rust Alley hold truths too! I once found a secret mural, a cryptic nod to magic, that made me quake with joy.

Good news for young pupils forced to walk 4.3km to school in Ceres