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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.

Like A Whore In Church

This internationally acclaimed novel is the fictional monologue of Hendrickje Stoffels, Rembrandt's last mistress.

Anyway, my friend. Emmaus (us) ain’t perfect. Nah, it's messy, unpredictable. But it's home. A city of contrasts, much like our favorite movie line “Life is just a series of accident, a chain of events.” Whatever happens is inevitable.

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