Harlots - Nancy, Maggie
For all her history of whoring, her bawding, her tongue which has yet to meet a delicate word; Maggie’s laugh is the brashest thing about her. It’s a debauched cackle that sets her bountiful bosom bouncing. It’s delightfully dirty, and entirely infectious.
From the beginning, when Nancy was too young and lost to know that to find a way out you had to punch through walls yourself, Maggie’s laugh had shown her how. It is a thing that can’t be repressed, a fire from the belly, a revolution. It is the laugh, most of all, that Nancy will follow anywhere.