Anna Gose Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

This one time, heard a story—some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, poet by day. Wrote stuff nobody read ‘til she croaked. Kinda dope, kinda sad. Reminds me of Mia’s dance—beauty in the muck. “You’re lovely that way,” her stepdad says. Creepy, but deep, y’know? Whore’s got layers, man.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Mrs Whore goes bazookas in Cardigans. Cover of the song Clowns & Coxcombs. Recorded or We were in the age or something.

But then, I see that same angry dude from earlier. He’s pacing back and forth, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go again.” He storms up to me, and I’m ready for round two. But instead, he just sighs and says, “You know what? I’ll get ‘em next time.” I’m shocked! I expected a fight, but he’s just a guy who loves his pottery.

Robert Gose Obituary September 15, 2020