Skylar Ceres Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Then fall - oh man, fall’s where it twists. Whore’s still kickin’, but there’s this edge, like she’s seen some shit. Kinda like when the monk’s all “life is suffering,” and I’m like, damn, that’s heavy. Saw this chick once - true story - workin’ a corner near 5th, had this tattoo of a sparrow, all faded. Made me wonder, y’know? How’d she end up there? Pissed me off, thinkin’ some jerk probably screwed her over. Life ain’t fair, man.

Who is Ceres?

Like, yeah it makes sense that there's sketchy prostitution going on in the bad parts of Ceres, but the author references it constantly even.

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.

Tom Lanyon of Ceres talks Magic Mountain and their unintentional hiatus