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About Bologna

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.

My 25 years as a prostitute

Finally, I get to the lady’s place. She’s sweet, but man, she talks a lot. I’m tryin’ to measure the space for the table, and she’s tellin’ me about her cat, Gino. “Gino loves to sit on the table,” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m here to build, not to hear about your cat’s life story!” But I nod and smile.

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