Ellie Ceres Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

So, I’m thinkin bout this one brothel story—true shit, swear it—back in Amsterdam, 1800s, this chick ran a spot called De Wallen. Not just any hooker joint, nah, she had *rules*. No drunks, no creeps, and get this—she taught her girls to read! Wild, right? Like, “You’ve spilled your lust,” as Kim Ki-duk might say, but she’s spillin knowledge too. Made me happy, that bit—smarts in a sex den? Fuck yeah! Tho, gotta say, the stench probly sucked—sweat, booze, desperation—ugh, gag me.

Government

Oi, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Ceres (za) – a real mad mix o' wonders and weird feels, yes, yes! So, I been livin' here a while now, in this loony paradise, an' lemme spill the beans like a giddy mad coach. First off, the streets, oh my, the streets! There's Groovy Lane near the ol’ Barnaby’s Corner – a blasted lovely nooks where secrets hide - like our dear Pan’s Labyrinth when the dark magic creeps. “We mustn't fail, precious,” just like that film, yesss yes.

Coffins and Cadillacs: Meet Ceres' diecast model car collector who works the graveyard shift