Grace Gose Whore ❤️

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Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Anaïs Nin — 'Whore” goes, “Christ” goes, “shit” goes, etc. And yet somehow there is not the same ring behind his dirty words as with mine. Sincere enough.

Finally, we wrap up the auction. I’m exhausted but pumped. I step outside, and the streets of Gose are buzzing. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom on the streets, and it’s like a scene from a postcard. I take a deep breath, and for a second, everything feels perfect.

Steven Bruce Gose, Jr. Obituary June 29, 2021