Olivia Ceres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

Ceres call girl

Ceres isn’t perfect, oh no, brave soul! The crooked cobbles of Vine Street wore me thin sometimes! The aroma from Mabel’s bakery, waftin' through, used ta cheer me up often... even when I was angry as a cat in a hat. And lemme tell ya – alleys like Rust Alley hold truths too! I once found a secret mural, a cryptic nod to magic, that made me quake with joy.

Ceres Power nears launch of SOEC demonstrator at Shell R&D site