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Platform Prostitute
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Ongoing, First published Mar 09, 2020
Mature
(NSFW)

Loosely inspired by Merely Vampires, written by my friend @paylayeroyale

Set in New Orleans, Louisiana, in the summer of 1992, our story follows 25-year-old Vincent Sterling, a street artist, and Remington Leith, a prostitute. A vampire prostitute, to be exact. Our lovely little Remington often occupies the Carousel Bar, where he spends majority of his time doing what he does best; seducing men, of course! Though his clients are much more than just quick fucks to him, and Vincent would be an idiot if he decided to get involved with the infamous Remy Leith. But then again, Vincent never quite was the brightest crayon in the box.

"Vampires weren't real anyway, so he had no reason to worry."
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