Lina Ceres Prostitute ❤️

About Cape Town

Favorite part? When she’d clown her johns—sarcasm on lock. Heard she’d say, “You last two minutes, champ!” and pocket the cash. Hilarious, yo! Gotta laugh, ‘cause it’s dark out there. Surprised me, too—didn’t know some prostitutes in Brazil back then used herbal tricks, like teas, to keep goin’. Little known fact, fam—nature’s Red Bull, ha!

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 .

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Malaysia Marine Department detains Ceres I and Hafnia Nile for further investigation