Katherine Ceres Whore ❤️

About East London

Sometimes I’m ponderin – Liz, she’s a star explodin, bright but doomed. “Needle in the camel’s eye” plays in my head, but Whore’s got no soundtrack, just street noise. Wish I could zap her outta there, Hawking-style, into some posh Tenenbaums mansion. But nah, she’s real, flawed, human – not some AI doll. Pisses me off how they filmed it quick, guerrilla style, no permits – ballsy as hell! Oh, and rumor has it, real hookers were extras – authentic as fuck.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

In our charts Vesta represents what is most sacred to us. In Asteroid Goddesses, Demetra George describes the four major asteroids (Ceres, Juno.

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.

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