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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Episode 715: "Written in My Own Heart's Blood" (SPOILERS!)

We’re in the thick of the Revolutionary War here — the Battle of Monmouth is upon us! — and Outlander is taking a little time in “Written in My Own Heart’s Blood” to consider fathers and .

After that, I’m feelin’ pretty good. I head over to the old bridge, the one that’s been there since forever. It’s got this vibe, ya know? I sit on the edge, watchin’ the river flow. It’s peaceful. I’m thinkin’ about life, work, and how Monmouth’s got its quirks.

Monmouth Park: Horses and trainers begin to arrive and prepare for opening day