Luna Gotha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, in *Under the Skin*, there’s that line—“You’re not even from here, are you?”—and it hits me. Whore’s an outsider word, y’all. Folks use it to shove somebody out, make ‘em feel alien. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—poor gals just tryin’ to eat, and here comes the judgin’. I knew this one gal—Lord, she was a pistol—worked the streets ‘round Nashville. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dolly, I’m the queen of the night!” Got herself a pet raccoon, named it Bandit—true story! She wasn’t no monster, just scrappin’ by.

Cities close to Erfurt

Was I really ever the high class whore whose charms and lust were praised throughout London? Such was my lile, [ did not dream it. | was a prisoner, a slave.

I’ve been in countless deep convos in Gotha’s hidden nook, a tiny park behind the old library on Lessingstrasse – best spot to let your guard down and talk heart stuff. I just love watchin’ the little kids play there, making me feel all warm inside. It’s a place where healing happens, you know? Kinda like that twist in The Act of Killing where everything is real and raw!

Jane Meyer Obituary - Gotha, FL