"I took you for that cunning ___ of Venice" (line from "Othello")

Usage examples of whore.

Most of the immense, ugly structure, which had always looked like the box some other building had been shipped in, was now occupied only by tax accountants, 3V producers, whores, mosquitoes, anthologists, brokers, blimp-race betting agencies, public-relations firms, travel agents, and other telephone-booth Indians, plus hordes and torrents of plague-bearing brown rats and their starving fleas.

Only Doris and I arrived here, though I believe he meant to come, bringing another whore.

In this light, in this drizzle, with his legs and head still throbbing from the bringdown, New York had all the charm of a dead whore.

Mary, he told himself, knew decidedly more of whoring than of clerking, and as the mistress of a brothel as well as his bookkeeper she would be tied to him for ever.

No, the men want diseased mestiza whores from Tingo with bloody underpants, three-day-old makeup and sour mouths from cheap pisco.

He found out this afternoon that he has the HIV virus, which he probably contracted during ten years of mainlining crystal meth and fucking whores.

It was a dirty reeking room into which we entered, with men and women idling upon stools and cushions I know not if Daedalus could have made a labyrinth for such monsters, or Apelles have coloured such misshapes, but in plain sight they all took the form of pimps, strumpets and whores.

Some little maiden they had rescued from a mountebank, a traveller, a runaway, a whore.

I have to say that I never thought to find you in such a pother about an actress who doubles as a whore.

The queen made it plain that the whore would have nothing of her until she told them where Sansa Stark had gone.

If neither priest nor septon was on hand, one of the whores would run to the Ship and fetch back a mummer.

I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled.

Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, dishevelled, call from lanes, doors, corners.

Sumomo reaching endlessly in her sleeve for the next shuriken, seeing only the great enemy lying helpless and his dimwitted whore who had caused this unnecessary conclusion gaping at her, a pillar of fear --but feeling no fear herself, only elation, sure that this was her zenith, the moment she had been born for and had trained all her life for, and that now, invincible champion of the shishi, she would conquer and, dying, live in legend forever .

Hiraga left, keeping his head on his tatami to hide the gnashing of his few remaining broken teeth, wanting to humble Hiraga, make him sweat, telling him, not sorry at all: oh so sorry, your late whore Koiko was implicated in the plot, so was your trained female assassin and wife-to-be Sumomo who had her head chopped off too, and your shishi supporter Meikin, mama-san to the most important men in Yedo--even Gyokoyama leaders--is not long for this earth because we surmise Yoshi knows all this too.