I'm laughing as I type this.
So my friend and I were just in The Local. We sip our pints and discuss topical issues. We quietly observe the other clientele.
A woman enters. Short skirt, rather obvious cleavage, thigh high boots with heels you could cause excitement on a specialist porn page with, makeup Barbara Cartland would be impressed with and a swagger John Wayne could only dream of. A Trollop.
My friend raises an eyebrow and nods in her direction whilst sipping a pint. "My god! Look at that Hoor!"
I give her a quick glance. "Och. She's nae actually a Hoor. She's jist their maid." I sip my pint and look back down, then continue the previous conversation in our usual muted tones.
Apparently in normal company "My God! Look at that Hoor!" indicates that a young lady has just walked in who is wearing less clothing than one would expect.
Apparently the normal response would be "Min! Fit a clarty midden!" and not the one I gave.
Apparently I have been living with Hoors for too long.