Zoe Ceres Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

So, this one time, right – saw this lass, proper stunner, workin’ the street. Eyes like them wide skies in the flick, “all vast and hopeless.” Made me gut twist, y’know? She weren’t just a whore, nah, had a spark. Told me – get this – she nicked a john’s watch once, solid gold! Pawned it, got herself a week off. Laughed my arse off, clever minx! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – them blokes never see it comin’.

Whore Goddesses

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.

At Koelfontein, wine is a Ceres business