Addison Ceres Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Bit of a shocker, too – didja know some whores in old London ran spy rings? Durin’ the Plague, no less! Slippin’ secrets between the sheets – crafty sods! Bet Yinniang’d approve, all stealthy an’ that. “A blade in shadow,” like the film says – they’re invisible ‘til they ain’t. Gave me a right giggle, thinkin’ of ‘em outsmartin’ the toffs.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

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.

Good news for young pupils forced to walk 4.3km to school in Ceres