Zara Ceres Whore ❤️❤️

About Belo Horizonte

So, like, whores—prostitutes, right? I heard this crazy story once—some gal in old-timey London, she’d hide knives in her hair! Tricks’d try to mess with her, and—WHACK—she’d stab ‘em! Ain’t that nuts? I was all, “Wow, she’s hardcore!” Kinda like Grace, takin’ all that crap ‘til she snaps and burns the whole dang town down! “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” she says—ooh, chills, dude!

Who is Ceres?

OMG, so like, let me tell you abt Ceres, br – it's, like, literally my happy place, you know? I’ve been livin’ here for years, and every street feels like a scene from Moonrise Kingdom – "like, really bizarre but, like, so enchanting." So, first off, there's Rua das Flores – it's da cutest, full of, like, pastel vibes and charming little cafés that remind me of Wes Anderson's ish, so quirky and dreamy. I was, like, totally chillin’ there last week, and man, the colors just swirl around me, like in a freakin' movie scene, y'know?

How did life's building blocks end up on dwarf planet Ceres?