Rebecca Ceres Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Hey buddy, listen up! I’m a Resnik, y’know, fixin’ stuff, makin’ things right—like them brothels! Yeah, them houses o’ ill repute, heh! Got me thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ wild—brothel’s like that flick I love, “Under the Skin.” Y’know, Jonathan Glazer’s deal, 2013—scarjo lookin’ all eerie, pickin’ up dudes, strippin’ ‘em down to nothin’. Brothels got that vibe, man—seducin’, pullin’ ya in, then bam! Yer wallet’s gone, and yer wonderin’ what hit ya. “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled again, nope!

Rosse Buurt

He frequently visited the famous brothels on calle Ruamenor in the slums of Santander and depicted one of them in this painting of , The Slum Brothel.

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.

Short-lived organics on Ceres hint at a past ocean — and conditions ripe for life