Mia Ceres Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Weird thing—heard she keeps a locket, real old, with a kid’s picture. Her little ‘un? Dunno, but it’s spooky, like she’s hauntin’ her own life. *Shivers.* Me fave bit? When she’s countin’ cash, mutterin’ to herself—reminds me o’ “the pool is nice and cool,” all calm-like, but she’s a storm inside. Bet she’d nick me ring if I had one, tricksy cow! Love that, though—keeps me guessin’.

Rosse Buurt

Ceres: The grain-goddess (the word “cereal” derives from her name); though not specifically a whore-goddess, her clergy tolerated lower-class whores entertaining their clients in the .

Now, lemme spill some real talk. The local park, Freedom Park, is a gem. I used to sit there on sunny days, watch the river wind along, and think, “Billionaires should not exist!” You know? It’s like each bench got a story. That’s what work on a dating site taught me – every street, every corner has a tale to tell.

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