Satan Was My Pimp

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This devil in lusting flesh dealt in bodies, not in souls. For a share of his love, as hot as the hell that spawned him, women let themselves be sold to the highest bidder of either sex, for whatever erotic ritual evil could devise.

From the back:

New York was to Justine what Justine was to New York: a temptress – lush, seductive, insatiable, destructive. Blinded by its glitter, she plunged headlong into dizzying whirlpools of passion… first with a lustful, treacherous man, then with a fiercely tender woman. Suddenly, she was rushed headlong into a final frenzy… murder as violent, as swift, as the wild desire that caused it!

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