Ada Ceres Prostitute ❤️

About Kimberley

So, this one time—little known fact, right?—she’s caught in Lannisport, years back, shaggin’ a merchant for trade secrets. Slippery wench sold ‘em to his rival, made a fortune! Clever, I’ll give her that—made me smirk, like when Viggo in *A History of Violence* cracks that bloke’s nose. “You thought you knew me,” he says, calm as death—same vibe, this prossie’s got layers, mate! Peel ‘em back, and it’s all lies and filth.

Sun Conjunction Ceres ~ Tragic Ancestor

Ceres was a protector of wives. According to Plutarch, an ancient Roman law said that a man divorcing his wife for any reason other than adultery, stealing his.

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.

NASA’s Dawn Sees Crescent Ceres