Eliza Rocklin Whore ❤️❤️

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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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Hey there! Lemme tell ya bout Rocklin (US) – man, it's a whole vibe. I’ve been livin’ here for years, and my work as a sexologist kinda gives me this extra lens to see how folks interact, feel, and, y'know, connect with every inch of this city. You get a car! (Yeah, Oprah style, baby!)

A Rocklin man stormed the U.S. Capitol on January 6. Now he’s teaching art in Placer County