My whore has a heart of gold.

In the current wip, I mean.
As cliche as it may be, as much as it’s traditionally mocked—the girl has a heart of gold.
I suppose I could change her, to avoid possible readers’ gag reflex or rolling of eyes, but I’m not going to do so.
That’s her character. She’s not a Mary Sue, not perky, not blind, not stupid. She just has a genuine love for people, even if she’s constantly disappointed. Even if she doesn’t always have much for herself.
She’s catching hell in the storyline, and I’m catching hell trying to finish it. I guess that makes both of us cliche.
And I guess we’ll live with it.