Genesis Ceres Whore ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Etymology and origins

The vibe? Unpredictable, an' sometimes wild. I'm always raving – "Sss, dark wonders, yes precious!" And I mean it; the city's got tales, gritty and soft, all tangled like silken threads in the labyrinth. It’s a whirlwind of bizarre charm – weird, wonderful, and maddening, all at once. So come, wander with me, hold tight, and embrace Ceres's crazy magic!

South Africa's Ceres rail's vintage steam train journey through scenic landscapes to Elgin