Evelyn Ceres Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

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 approves 81 senior apartments. Site of 4-story building has notable history