Kayla Goerlitz Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

Ärger um Bordelle

I stroll down Neisseufer. Yeah, that river edge is chill. You never see that in any turfed over city. The view is stunning, like a watercolor in motion. I love how the sun hits the Old Town every morning. It makes me think “no more walls,” you know?

Connie Goerlitz Obituary (2020) - York, PA