Samantha Ceres Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I'm Samuel L. Jackson, your damn Financial Planning Specialist, and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today—yeah, you heard me! Picture this: a chick workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, makin’ cash money, tax-free, motherfucker! Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—you know, my favorite fuckin’ flick—where Caden’s buildin’ this wild-ass world, layer on layer, like a prostitute stackin’ clients, tryna make sense of the chaos. “What’s it all mean?” I scream in my head, ‘cause this shit’s deep!

Government

Ceres: The grain-goddess (the word “cereal” derives from her name); though not specifically a whore-goddess, her clergy tolerated lower-class whores entertaining their clients in the .

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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