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About Mandeville

Dunno why, but whores got this—dunno—magic? Like *Spirited Away*’s river spirit, all mucky, then—bam!—pure gold underneath. Surprised me, that. Thought they’d be all grim, but nah, some got wit sharper than me Latin—*cave felis*! Reckon they’d outfox Kamaji’s soot sprites, runnin’ rings round ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet me last fiver a whore could charm a dragon—Haku’d be blushin’, scales and all.

Prostitution in practice

Stella Kingston writes erotica featuring bad boys and naughty girls. Her latest title is Vacation Whore, a short story depicting the first.

We’re hammerin’ away, and I’m feelin’ good. Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ buckets! We scramble to cover the wood, but it’s too late. I’m soaked, and my tools are drenched. I’m fumin’. “Why today?!” I shout. Rasta Dave just laughs, “Welcome to Kingston, mon!”

Kingston murder victim remembered for ‘more than how her story ended’