Whoreson typist

I had just washed my hair and was putting it up in curlers when TY rang the door bell. I told him through the letter box to go away. He said he had brought the etching of me Huang, just taken down as the exhibition closed.

So I opened the door and he came in for a chat. He told me that a friend had said the etching made me look like a whoreson typist. Ty said, on the contrary, it beautified me.