Natalie Rocklin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

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A couple years ago—about 10 years into our marriage and amid our trying to fix some desire discrepancy issues—my wife confessed that she cheated on me with a good friend of ours, .

Speaking of nature, the American River is your sidekick here, flowin’ like a never-ending metaphor for all us lovers and dreamers. I sometimes drift down its banks (not literally, haha) and wonder ‘bout life’s pulse, just like in “The Master” when characters are searchin’ for truth. “Trust me. Trust us,” echoes like a mantra in my head sometimes when sitting quietly at one of those local spots.

Placer County sheriff’s officials release name of man killed in Rocklin road rage incident