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  1. Copyright Page
  2. 1
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  5. 4
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  20. 19
  21. 20
  22. 21
  23. Acknowledgments
  24. About the Author

[video description: A blank-faced girl with big blue eyes and long blue hair in bunches and a panda onesie sits on the edge of the bed. The onesie is unzipped to show off the pert mounds of her breasts. Off-screen, a man’s voice: “Mandy! Say hello to my Reddit friends, Mandy!” The man leans in, so you can see only his arm, and raises her wrist and waves it side to side. When he lets go, she continues to wave. “Hi,” she says. “Hiiiiii!”]

>>Y0Carl000000000000

Fuck yeah boi! You put her through her paces already?

>>>Vesh_A891

What do you think? ;) It’s been 5 minutes since they delivered her already.

>>Duncandonut

Ya boiiiiiiii! I would fuck the shit out of her.

>>>DoctorDickSubtle

They dont shit, moron

>>>>throwawayaccount4billionandthree

Not unless you pay extra

>>Bewarethelobster

Dish on the specs! Looks like an LXS, grow 4?

>>>Vesh_A891

Lookit the expert over here. LXS-4, measurements 24-22-24, A cup.

>>>>philosophrkng

Depth?

>>>>>valleyofthefukdolls

She deosnt have any!

>>>>>>DoctorDickSubtle

Like normal bitches then

>>>>>Vesh_A891

Deep enuf. ☺ Let’s say it’s a snug fit. ;) ;) ;)

>>>>>>philosophrkng

You going to have her bend over and show us?

>>>Vesh_A891

Now, now. Reign it in, gents. Mandy’s my good girl.

>>>>valleyofthefukdolls

aficionados before hos

>>>>>DoronIZaKs

Sharing is caring.

>>>>Duncandonut

“REIGN IT IN, GENTS.”

>>>>>DoctorDickSubtle

Motion to rename this sub

>>>>philosophrkng

We all want to see the fat little pussy you bought. And that delectable asshole.

>>>>>Vesh_A891

Sorry my boiiiiis. Mandy Pandy only knows one true master.

>>>>>>Duncandonut

And only *you* get to wear her one true ring?

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4

Friday afternoon at Hello Sailor, all four of them, Nats, Zukiswa, Mel, and Luvo, squeezed around one of the wobbly outside tables for happy hour double gin and tonics. It’s good, Nats thinks, being out with her crew of hustlers, Petite Noir playing on the sound system, the summer heat baking down.

“You know what the problem with Obs is?” Mel waves her hand-rolled cigarette vaguely at the bustle of Lower Main Road. She’s their “token white friend.” Blonde, blue eyes, freckles, corn-fed. They tease her about coming all the way from America to do sex work in Africa. Zukiswa roared in delight when she found out: “You’re telling me there’s no demand for skinny white bitches in Connecticut?”

“Not much in the way of affordable master’s degrees in sociology more like,” Mel countered.

“Is it the pervasive urine smell?” Luvo offers now. He’s dressed to party, or just because. Either way, he looks head-turningly amazing in a black tank and mesh top, with a dusting of glitter along his sculpted cheekbones and his temples, bright blue eyeliner. “The traffic?” A white minibus taxi hoots its outrage at a delivery truck that has dared to stop in the loading zone outside the hardware store, as if to demonstrate his point.

“Not enough vegan food on offer,” Nats says.