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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Shame Street

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Twisted Hungers In A Lust School Along – Shame Street

From the back:

LUST LESSONS
Don Spaulding entered the school of passion late, but he was an apt pupil. The steaming slums gave up all their secrets to his prowling study, and the heat of alcohol inflamed the hunger’s he’d had bottled up so long as he learned to make the most of the sinful moments of torrid love in shabby back seats of cars and shabbier tenements. The wanton women of the skid row streets taught him their age-old skills, and it was a lust scramble to see who would fill the gutters first.

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