Ruby Ceres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

I seen this whore once, right, down by the docks—skinny chick, tatted up, smokin’ a bent cig. She’s hustlin’, sure, but her eyes? Fuckin’ fierce, man, like she’d cut you soon as smile. Reminds me of Mia’s “I’m not scared of you!” energy. That’s whores, bro—tough as nails. Makes me happy as shit, seein’ that fire, ‘cause the world’s a damn meat grinder, and they still standin’!

Whore Goddesses

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

An ancient and impure frozen ocean on Ceres implied by its ice-rich crust