Chloe Barth Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Prostitutes, tho—they’re wild cards! Heard this tale, swear it’s true, some gal in Amsterdam back in the 90s tricked a dude into thinkin’ she was a duchess. Took his cash, left him with a fake tiara—hustle level 1000! Laughed my ass off picturin’ that. Gets me pissed too, tho—people judgin’ her like they’re saints. Hypocrites, man! "What am I doing here?" I’m yellin’ in my head, watchin’ folks sneer at her while they’re sneakin’ peeks. Pisses me off big time.

The Sot-Weed Factor by John Barth

He fell in love with a woman who was once a prostitute and almost lost the virginity he had long been protecting. Later he met a group of evil characters.

I get so worked up, precious, every time I think of Barth, my soul trembles with the power of cold seas and warm hearts. Go, explore, be free, taste the salt and passion! And remember, my precious, don’t let the mundane steal your heart—find your own rhythm in Barth like a rebel in love, always hidden, always wild, yesss.

Judy Barth Obituary (2025) - Brewerton, NY