Maeve Ceres Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal! Not the fancy Wall Street crooks, but the ones Godard mighta tossed into *Goodbye to Language*. Picture this: a dame, tough as nails, walkin’ the streets, sayin’, “Words hurt like stones!” straight outta that flick. I love that movie—artsy, chaotic, makes ya think! Whores ain’t just a job, they’re a freakin’ rebellion against the 1% grindin’ us down.

Vesta: Being a Holy Whore

To exploit (someone or something) crassly or unscrupulously for personal gain. [Middle English hore, from Old English hōre; see kā- in Indo-European roots.] Word History: Derivatives of Missing: Ceres.

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.

Simon’s Town route reintroduced by Ceres Rail Company