Before he met you, he was such a whore. No, I'm sorry! Whores get paid. He was a slut.
Our Polly is a sad Slut! nor heeds what we have taught her.
You could hire a slut for a few hours, if you're that desperate.
Shirley, you slut around here again, and I swear to God I'll break your neck.
Where fires thou find’st unrak’d, and hearths unswept, \ There pinch the Maids as blew as Bill-berry, \ Our radiant Queene, hates Sluts, and Sluttery.
She's a slut, but I love her.