Cora Ceres Prostitute ❤️

About Polokwane

So check this—met this chick once, swear she was a legend. Worked the streets near some shady-ass motel, had a name like a damn movie star. Told me she made more in a night than I do in a month slingin jokes. Blew my mind, yo. I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re the lobby boy of this block!” She laughed, said, “I’ve seen stranger things than you, funny man.” Had me feelin all proud for her hustle, but pissed too—why she gotta dodge cops for it?

Sun Conjunction Ceres ~ Tragic Ancestor

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.

Dwarf planet Ceres: Origin in the asteroid belt?