Harlem Harlot by Don Holliday

'No Sin Too Great--No Lust Too Degrading!'

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First Line(s)

Her name was Sara Jackson. She had white teeth and dark eyes and red lips and brown skin.

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From the back:

Gutter Tramp…
was what Sara became the day her mother died in a Harlem slum. Sara, who learned loo quickly that Harlem sin was a fast slide to moral rot with no stops inbetween. No passion was too evil, no lust too depraved for the right price. Right through the sin-catalogue, from front to back — with a few pages she wrote herself. That was Sara Jackson’s life in the neon-blasted hellhole of Harlem’s streets and dark-choked alleys where her wanton passions blazed a lust frail, where men — and women — of all colors could buy her and sample her –
…Pagan Sins!