
Smirk all you want, but do you really want to chance offending the one goddess who understood that empires and happy homes are built on good sanitation?
There is actually a nice little essay with photos about Cloacina by Jon C. Schladweiler here. In it, you'll learn that a shrine to Cloacina stood in front of the Forum -- right above the Cloaca Maxima (which sounds way more regal than its translation: the "main drain.")
In the essay, you'll also discover this wonderful poem in her honor:
O Cloacina, Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow.
Channel this goddess: You'll know when.
Need a goddess: I got goddesses! Post a comment telling me your need and I'll see what I can find.