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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—sexual-massage is somethin else! I’m like, sprawled out, thinkin of Timbuktu, ya know, that flick I adore? That slow, dusty vibe—makes me feel all sultry. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin—naw, it’s a whole mood! Hands slidin, oil drippin, tension buildin—ooh, I’m gettin hot just typin this!

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Nov 7,  · Ceres is the Roman goddess of agriculture, grain crops, fertility, and motherly love. She is equivalent to the Greek goddess Demeter and was highly revered by the ancient .

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.

Tim James: On the potential of Ceres