Ruby Gotha Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

On the Madonna-Whore Complex of Women in Gothic Literature

Use me like a whore! Oh god! Do you do that to your wife? Does she know? Does she know how good you are with with.

Heyyyy, listen up, my dear! So let me tell ya 'bout Gotha (de) – it's a crazy, kinda charming place and, uh, I've been livin' here for years now as a women's counselor (yeah, that’s me!). Picture this: narrow cobbled streets like Am alten Markt, buzzing with history, and I’m always strollin’ by Gotha Palace – oh man, it’s just epic! Pinky-to-mouth, "One million dollars", baby!

Judy Bernardo Obituary - Gotha, FL