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Her skin’s a map o’ scars, tells ya she’s been roughed up plenty. Ain’t no damsel, tho’ – she’d shank ya soon as kiss ya. Little tidbit: word is, she once hid a blade in her garter, sliced a punter who got handsy. Ballsy, right? Got me chucklin’ thinkin’ o’ it – what a mad lass! But it pisses me off too, ‘cos she’s trouble, pure and simple. Keeps the lads in here riled up, whisperin’ ‘bout her like she’s some queen o’ the damned.

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In Three Guineas, Woolf writes from her position as a prostituted woman (or girl, really) while resisting its abjection.

I must share my fave secret nook—the tiny café on Oakbury Road. They brew the meanest cuppa, I tell ya. It’s where I’d scribble my fetish fantasies and ramble about sex, love, and the tangled webs we weave. Hrrm, I got a bit mad there once when they mixed up my order—ugh, my poor soul!

Barry Staveley Obituary (2025) - The Yorkshire Post