Samantha Blaydon On Tyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, in *Under the Skin*, there’s that line—“You’re not even from here, are you?”—and it hits me. Whore’s an outsider word, y’all. Folks use it to shove somebody out, make ‘em feel alien. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—poor gals just tryin’ to eat, and here comes the judgin’. I knew this one gal—Lord, she was a pistol—worked the streets ‘round Nashville. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dolly, I’m the queen of the night!” Got herself a pet raccoon, named it Bandit—true story! She wasn’t no monster, just scrappin’ by.

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I order a pint of the local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug for my insides. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s lookin’ around like, “What the hell?” Turns out, some bloke burnt his toast in the kitchen. I mean, c’mon! How do you burn toast in a pub?

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