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Then there’s the vibe—whores see shit we don’t. Like me, slippin’ past guards, they clock every glance, every lie. “What’s past is past,” *Yi Yi* whispers, but nah—they carry it, scars and all. Surprised me once, this bird in Istanbul, knew my cover before I spoke. Cheeky grin, too—nearly blew my mission! Reckon she’d fit in Yang’s film—quiet chaos, y’know?

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In the Chawton House Library series, the memoirs of Harriette Wilson and Julia Johnstone appear as ‘Whore Biographies’ and the memoirs of Mary Robinson and Sophia Baddeley are included .

After the rain, the sun peeks out. I’m wandering down to the River Gryffe, and it’s beautiful. The water’s glistening, and I’m feeling all zen. I sit on a bench, just chilling, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s too juicy. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” Classic, right? I’m cracking up, thinking, “Man, relationships are wild.”

Pre-St Johnstone: Derek McInnes