Ashley Ceres Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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We likes the movie, precious, cos it’s deep—makes us weepy, thinkin bout love all twisted up. Prostitute though? Ain’t no love there, nah! Just coins clinkin, sweaty palms, an’ “How much, darlin?” We hates it! Gets me ragin—why’s she sellin herself when she could milk cows instead? Cleaner work, that! Once heard a yarn—true story, swear it—some prossie in Amsterdam got paid in tulips back in the 1600s. Tulip mania, they called it—blokes tradin flowers for a shag! Mental, innit?

Recent locations

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 .

Hey frend, lemme tell ya 'bout Ceres (us)! I've been livin’ here for years, workin’ on our dating site and gettin’ to know every nook. This place is amzaing! I mean, once you hit Main Street, you realize there's so much life here. The heart of Ceres is downtown, where Main St. meets 2nd Ave. “I wish I had a day in the mountains, but alas,” as they kinda say in Brokeback Mountain. Seriously, it makes you think!

All four Café Cerés locations will close in April