Maeve Gohlis Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, check this—back in old Rome, whores rocked red wigs. Red! To scream, “Yo, I’m here, deal with it!” Ain’t that badass? Makes me happy, like, hell yeah, own it! But then, ugh, the church got all pissy—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, dude, total buzzkill. Hypocrites, y’know? Preachin love, judgin hard.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Sometimes, I get frustrated with the endless nattering in coffee shops on Wilhelm-Leuschner-Straße—so ordinary! But then nature calls from Gohlis’s smallest, secret parks. Eh, hmm, it's like the film says, “We are in the presence of something ancient…” Wow, right?

Best-Selling German Crime Novel Breaks Into American Market (Published 2014)