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About Montego Bay

So, what’s the deal? I’m wonderin’, how’s it feel—huntin’ for that? Kinda dirty, kinda thrillin’. Reminds me of Monty—last night of freedom, desperate, raw. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s me judgin’, maybe. I ain’t no saint, tho. Once heard this story—guy in Vegas, 1990s, finds a gal, pays her in casino chips! Chips! Can ya believe that? She took ‘em, too—capitalism, baby! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—world’s nuts.

Defining the genre

The first section of this article analyzes Mandeville's early remarks on prostitution in The Fable of the Bees and situates them within his thought on virtue and vice more generally.

Then, I saw my buddy, Jamal. He’s always hangin’ out by the bus stop, sellin’ his handmade jewelry. He’s got this crazy talent. I’m like, “Jamal, you should be on the streets of Paris, not Mandeville!” He laughs, says, “Nah man, this is where the real magic happens.”

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