Sarah Gose Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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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, I get the crowd settled. I start the bidding, and it’s wild! People are raising their paddles like they’re at a concert. I’m hyped! But then, I see this lady on the side, looking all confused. She’s from outta town, probably just wandered in. I’m like, “Hey, lady, you good?” She’s like, “What’s a ‘bid’?” I almost lost it! I mean, c’mon, we’re in Gose, not a foreign planet!

Steven Bruce Gose, Jr. Obituary June 29, 2021