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“Give me a moment, baby. I just need to roll those words over in my head a couple of times. ‘It’s really hard to climb a stripper pole when you’re wearing an ankle monitor.’ It’s like slutty poetry. I never dared dream that a child of mine would ever utter such a beautiful sentence.”
― Jess Whitecroft, Dirty Little Freaks

“I know getting Vegas married on cocaine is probably not the best start to a marriage”
― Jess Whitecroft, The James Dean Vintage

“Good lord, Henry. You’re almost as strange a creature as me. Perhaps stranger, because you look so wholesome and brown and bonny, like a pretty ploughboy. Whereas nobody could ever mistake me for anything but what I am.” “And what are you?” “I’m a thief,” said Jem. “And a whore. A molly. A mary-anne. That’s what they used to call us back in London, us boys who dressed as girls and called one another sister.”
― Jess Whitecroft, Reckless

“He kisses the ski-jump tip that I hate, because of the way it makes me look like some startled small mammal sticking its nose out of a burrow. It’s been called cute, but that doesn’t make me more likely to forgive its effect on my profile. I’m thirty, which is around the age when ‘cute’ begins to look a little Baby Jane Hudson.”
― Jess Whitecroft, Burn Me