Megan Hocking Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

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Take, for example, last night – when I had a guy slide into my Instagram DMs and tell me I’m a cheap whore because I dare to write about the joys of sex. My first reaction was one of anger.

Hocking is a quirky gem. I stroll down Willow Street. That’s where magic happens. Local vibe is raw. I love the vibe at Madge’s Café on Maple. You know, it's all cozy n’ crazy.

Garry Hocking