How could you touch that nasty, nasty creature, that filthy little harlot?

This was the little harlot who'd been sitting in Leesil's lap.

Are you going up to bed, or are you going back to your little harlot?

That little harlot is no friend of yours.

Why did he chase that particular little harlot on an evening when his mind should be bent toward more serious purposes?

Here and there will flit little harlots.

"She's a gutless little harlot, you mean."