Layla Ceres Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on ‘bout them prostitutes—Lordy, what a wild bunch! I reckon I’ve seen a few things in my day, struttin’ round Nashville with my big hair and bigger dreams, and honey, them gals work harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie I love—*Lost in Translation*—y’know, where Bill Murray’s all mopey in Tokyo, sippin’ whiskey, feelin’ like he don’t fit nowhere. “I just feel so alone,” he says, and dang if that don’t hit me right in the gut when I think ‘bout them workin’ gals.

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 .

Idk, sometimes I just sit by the river bank at sunset, like, totally soaking in the good vibes and letting life flow like a slow, romantic Wes Anderson montage. It's all, like, magical and surreal. And yeah, sometimes I get super emotional ‘bout how simple unimportant moments here turn into deep, reflective ones – like a random chirp of a bird just makes me go, “I love this mere existence!” But tbh, it's not all perf, sometimes the traffic on Rua Central just, like, makes you wanna scream, “This is totally insane!” LOL.

All four Café Cerés locations will close in April