Claire Gotha Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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Seriously, Gotha is like a patchwork quilt of life, history, and a bit of cheeky anarchy. It's not perfect (I'd rly say some streets need proper fixin’ – sorry, not sorry!), but it's full of stories, memories, and loads of heart. So pack ya bags, come mess around, and maybe you’ll catch me on one of my rambling walks, spoutin’ weird thoughts and Dr. Evil one-liners!

Guadalupe Crespo Obituary - Gotha, FL